#Joe N' Dug

[wwaheoh]

“Oops! You killed someone!” Victoria Housekeeping x gnReader, Angst + Comfort (Platonic)

Corin Wickes, Von Lycaon (+ Ellen Joe, + Alexandrina Sebastiane)

c/w: contains written depictions of graphic injury, blood, death, and shock (mental).

a/n: with a game with people using chainsaws, guns, guns that shoot black holes, and swords, i dont think hollow raiders are 100% safe. put ellen and alexandrina seperate since they’re not really major players in this

As part of Victoria Housekeeping, your duty was to fulfill the orders of the Master, usually cleaning, guest service, and attending to the needs of the house. However Victoria Housekeeping also had a sort of open secret, with each member having high Ether Aptitude as well as being trained in combat, they also acted as guards to the Master and their estate. Usually it was general defense, to make sure no one breaks in or any guests get any unruly ideas and stash valuables into their coat or bag. Other times it was against Ethereals, enemies born from the Hollows whenever they were stationed within.

However this was the first time Hollow Raiders had been an issue, usually keeping away- either with much bigger scores that an abandoned building in the Hollow, but this specific building was home to a millionaire, having been evacuated due to the spontaneous expansion of a new Hollow Zone. Leading to an eager group of Raiders to break in.

It had been something you were prepared for, weapon in hand and your team close by. Miss Rina had notified everyone about the incoming Raiders, with the others rounding close to your location- being the main entry point that the Hollow Raiders were predicted to enter through.

Clashing against the large group, steel hit steel, yelling and screams as bodies were thrown several feet away and knocked out. It was feeling like a cakewalk, having been taught by some of the best in the business, it was all just following through what you had been trained for.

At least it was until one of the remaining Hollow Raiders attacked you from behind as you were catching your breath- a mistake, Mister Lycaon always tried to drill into everyone’s heads that the danger should not be deemed as passed until there were no enemies around and the rest of the team had arrived to back you up.

You fell to the ground, hitting the marble underneath with a thump- dazed as you attempted to gain your bearings. Strong hands wrapped themselves around your throat, the pressure putting your brain back into alert mode. Your vision refocused onto a cracked helmet, the image of a Hollow Raider logo shining down on you- unable to move with their weight holding you down. Attempting to pry their hands off- several desperate attempts before realizing it was in vain. Darkness crawled from the edge of your vision as you breathing quickened but became more shallow with the pressure on your airway.

As you desperately looked for the others or something to give you even a few more seconds, you felt an object at the edge of your fingertips. Tapping it closer, you grabbed onto it- something sturdy, the weapon they dropped on the ground before going in to choke you. Harsh grip, you turned as much as you can, swinging your arm and hitting them with the object you grabbed as hard as you could.

Crushing through the glass of the helmet, Hollow Raiders often worse, the weapon hit your target. It was a lot softer than you imagined, as if it was dug deep into something.

Liquid spurted out, splashing blots onto the ground. Their grip on your neck loosened nearly immediately.

Warmth trickled onto your face. The weight of the Hollow Raider that had previously been crushing you fell to the side, limp- and now unmoving.

The world was quiet. Only faintly could you hear a familiar voice yelling before quickly taking out and chasing away the remaining Raiders.

The weapon handle was still in your grip, a worn plastic grip attached to a long steel blade. It was covered in red. Underneath you and the Hollow Raider was a puddle of the same red. The pristine whites of your uniform dyed red, black a shade darker.

Then the world became loud.

Corin had been the first to find you, being stationed closest, she charged in after quickly locking in on the enemies. Chainsaw revving to life, she spun forward, slashing at the Hollow Raiders with the battle cry of, “Ahh! Ge~et awa~ay!!” Blood spewed out- injuries that would definitely hurt but nothing fatal- or atleast with medical attention. It was one of the only good things she could recognize, having been taught how to expertly take out enemies without outright killing them, despite the very real threat her- and every one of their weapons brought.

Finally chasing out the rest of the enemies, she turned to look back at you, “Are you-” she stopped, seeing you with a lost look in your eyes. A look she recognized- having seen it on herself and Ellen before. “O-oh no, uhm,” She quickly stopped her weapon and approached, trying not to just wait for someone else to arrive out of fear of messing up helping you- but still apprehensive due to those very same thoughts.

Gently she came closer, remembering what Lycaon and Rina had done for her when she had undergone the same situation. Remembering what she had nearly done wrong with Ellen before Lycaon stepped in.

“Are you hurt?” “...” She looked you over, not seeing any blood coming out of you. “Can you hear me?” You nod. “It’s not your fault- you did what you had to do.” You stare at her, flashes of the corpse beside you flashing before you. “O-okay, uhm, Mister Lycaon and everyone should be here soon.” You perked up at the mention of the others- with everyone else here and no alive active enemies, you’ll be safe. “What happened was something bad. It makes sense for you to be scared.”

You sat there, heartbeat ringing in your ears as you struggled not to think about the corpse beside you. The corpse beside you. There was a corpse next to you. Their blood was on you. The scent of iron-

“You sit here and we’ll wait for the others. What do you want to do?” “I… want to wait for Mister Lycaon…” “He'll be here soon, it'll all be okay."

And true to her word, the others rounded the corner, prepared to fight. However, quickly Mister Lycaon and Miss Alexandrina assessed what was going on and rushed forward. Nodding to Corin, Mister Lycaon took charge, kneeling in front of you. Corin went to Ellen to inform her of your situation. Alexandrina watched over you, sending Anastella and Drusilla to do a perimeter check. At the sight of them all, you finally broke. It felt as if your whole body crashed and you fully awoke again, tears welling up as you jumped to embrace Mister Lycaon. You were safe. He softly embraced you back, warm muscular body like a shield against anyone outside of Victoria Housekeeping to approach.

“You’re okay, we’re here now.”

[loveburrowx]

Lingerie

Request - Y/N surprises Joe with her new lingerie

Warnings - Smut (intercourse, fingering)

A/N - I wanted to try something with this fic! I hope u enjoy!

As the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the city, Y/N found herself standing in the middle of their bedroom, admiring the lingerie she had carefully selected for this special occasion. It had been a last-minute idea, inspired by a whim and a fleeting moment of courage, but she couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of surprising Joe with it after his practice game. The delicate lace of the bra and panties contrasted beautifully with her own smooth, pale skin, making her feel feminine and desirable in a way that she hadn't in a long time.

She heard the front door open and close, followed by the sound of his footsteps trudging up the stairs. Her heart raced as she nervously adjusted the lace of her bra, wondering how he would react to seeing her like this. There was a brief moment of silence before he walked into the room, his expression one of surprise and disbelief.

"Y/N?" he breathed, his eyes roaming over her body. "You look... incredible."

The warmth that spread through her at his words was indescribable. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he took a step closer, taking in the details of the lingerie she'd chosen. The way his gaze lingered on her breasts, then traveled lower, lower still... She couldn't help but feel a sudden rush of desire.

"Joe...," she breathed, her voice catching in her throat. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb across her lips. She could feel the heat emanating from his touch, and it only served to intensify the sensations coursing through her body.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she moaned softly into his mouth. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her against him, their bodies flush against each other. The lingerie felt like nothing more than a thin veil between them, amplifying every touch, every breath.

They stumbled backward, falling onto the bed, their kisses growing more urgent, more desperate. Y/N felt his fingers dipping beneath the lacy fabric of her panties, teasing and exploring her, driving her wild. She arched her back, meeting his touch with a needy whimper. He groaned, his hand sliding lower, spreading her wetness across his fingers. She could feel him growing harder against her, and she knew they were both so close.

With one swift movement, he rolled her onto her stomach, pressing his body against her back. His fingers continued their relentless rhythm, finding her sensitive entrance and driving her higher and higher. Her moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of his ragged breathing. And then he thrust his fingers deeper, curling them just right, and she exploded around him, her body shuddering with release.

He waited a moment, letting her catch her breath before moving to kneel between her spread legs. With one swift motion, he pushed the lacy panties aside and she felt the cool air brush against her sensitive flesh. He stroked her gently with his fingers, teasing her once again, until she was trembling with need. And then he lowered his head, taking her into his mouth, sucking and licking until she could feel the familiar tightness building within her once again.

Her nails dug into the sheets, her hips arching off the bed as she felt his tongue circle her clit, his fingers curling deeper inside her. She moaned his name, the sound filling the room and echoing through her body. He increased the pressure, his tongue flicking in time with his fingers, and she felt herself spiraling out of control.

Joe could feel her walls begin to tighten, her body tense in anticipation, and he knew she was close. He increased the pace, his lips and fingers working in perfect harmony, as he felt her release, felt her body shudder with pleasure beneath his touch. He continued to lick and stroke her, relentless in his pursuit of bringing her back to the edge, and then over.

"Joe...," she gasped, her voice raw with need. He looked up at her, their eyes locked, and she could see the desire burning in his gaze. He reached down, positioning himself at her entrance, and slowly, carefully, guided himself inside her.

She arched her back, crying out at the exquisite fullness, the way he felt so deep and right. He groaned, his eyes closing for a moment as he began to move, thrusting gently at first, his pace growing steadier, faster. The sensation of being joined with him was overwhelming, sending shards of pleasure through her body.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips lifting to meet each of his thrusts. He kissed her neck, sucking gently, and she felt a wave of heat wash over her. She could feel herself building toward another peak, and as she grew closer, he picked up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent.

The room spun around her, a blur of sensation as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony. She could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter, and then, with a cry that seemed to come from deep within her, she was overtaken by another powerful orgasm. Her body convulsed around him, and he followed her over the edge, his cries mingling with hers as they both found release.

They collapsed onto the bed together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Y/N felt the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, and it was a feeling she never wanted to leave. She ran her fingers through his hair, marveling at the way it felt between her fingers. "I love you, Joe," she whispered, her heart swelling with the words. "I love you so much."

He turned his head, pressing a kiss to her palm. "I love you too, Y/N. Forever." She smiled, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. As they lay there together, their hearts slowing, their breathing evening out, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. She knew, in that moment, that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Honeymoon*

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summary: you had given birth to your beautiful baby girl just under a year before you and joe got married. to make the honeymoon something to look even more forward to, you decided to wait till then to have sex for the first time since giving birth.

warnings: smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n’s pov)

joe was getting antsy, that's for sure.

it was honeymoon night and he was excited for what was about to happen next.

he was standing behind me, holding our leftovers in his hands as i tried to use the key to open.

i felt him shift behind me. he was looking over my shoulder. im guessing trying to figure out what was taking so long.

"here give me the key." - joe

"no. it's okay, i got it." - you

"give me the key." - joes voice grew stern. he wasn't offering, he was demanding

he handed me the leftovers from the restaurant we had just left as i gave him the key.

joe got the door open and quickly walked in, he moved out of the way so i could follow him and then he closed and locked the door behind me.

i walked over to the fridge and put the food up, knowing joe was watching me.

"baby.. can we go to bed?" - joe

"yeah lemme shower first." - you looked at him innocently, playing dumb

"that's not what i- you know what never mind. i'll be waiting for you in here, okay?" - joe

"okay joey." - you

i left joe alone and walked into the master suite, in all honesty i wasn't about to shower. i was gonna use this time to get ready for what usually leads to a shower.

i turned the water on to be safe, i didn't want him to hear me opening my suitcase up.

unzipping my bag, i dug to the bottom and grabbed the lace black lingerie that had been hiding.

slipping it on, i felt so confident in it but i definitely still had my doubts.

after that i re-curled some pieces of my hair that had fallen.

for the next 10 minutes i just sat in the bathroom scrolling through my phone, not exactly stalling but also trying to kill some time.

i wanted to make sure sam was asleep so i called my best friend, alexa.

"are you and joe not fucking right now?" - alexa

"oh my god, no. i'm in the bathroom alone." - you

"okay.. what's up?" - alexa

"i just wanted to talk, we really haven’t talked since the wedding yesterday." - you

“uhm.. okay?” - alexa

"so like how've you been?" - you

"y/n.. what are you stalling for?" - alexa

"i'm not stalling!" - you

"you just got very defensive, why are you hiding in the bathroom?" - alexa

"okay so.. im literally in the bathroom wearing lingerie stalling because i'm scared" - you

"of what?!" - alexa

"what if joe doesn't like how i look.. my body has changed a lot after having the baby and i'm scared he's not gonna find me attractive anymore." - you

"y/n burrow. you're speaking nonsense." - alexa

"i- i'm just scared" - you

"you really think joe isn't gonna like how you look? you know he's obsessed with you, i'm sure he's already tried to make moves on you today. no way he'd pass up the chance of joining the mile high club with you on your way there." - alexa

"okay yeah he has been making moves, but i'm still worried!" - you

"don't overthink it. are you just going to walk up to him in it?" - alexa

"uh no, i was thinking about putting something over it. i brought one of his jerseys, but i could also use one of the robes here" - you

"no use the jersey, i'm gonna go now. good look, babe!" - alexa

"thanks.." - you

she hung up and i let out a loud sigh.

i turned the water off and quietly slipped into the bedroom, making my way over to my suitcase and unzipping it.

grabbing the jersey i ran my hand over the letters on the back. it was something about seeing my new last name on the back.

i put it on and smoothed it out as i took a deep breath and started down the hallway.

when i got to the end of the hallway i saw joe sitting on the couch shirtless. the tv was on but he wasn't watching it, when i looked over his shoulder i saw that he was looking at the wedding pictures that we had just received.

i put my hands over his eyes, he jumped slightly but he quickly realized it was just me.

"guess who?" - you

"uhhh... i have no idea. is that you coach??" - joe

i laughed slightly before taking my hands off and walking in front of him.

"holy shit." - joes eyes scanned your body

he dropped his phone next to him, making it known that his full attention was on me.

"you like what ya see?" - you did a slow spin

after i did my spin and i was facing him again, seeing the look in his eyes made my stomach drop.

"fuck yeah." - joe

i moved forward and straddled him.

wrapping my arms around his neck as his arms snaked around my waist, i let my lips fall to his.

"you're all mine." - joe mumbled into the kiss

his hands migrated to my hips as he started moving me back and forth, grinding me against him.

still grinding against him, his lips left mine as his kisses wandered down to my neck, there were definitely going to be visible marks.

as he was sucking on my neck i let out a moan and grabbed onto his hair causing him to grip my hips.

"no matter how good you look in my jersey, i need to get it off of ya." - joe

he bunched up some of the fabric and looked up at me, wanting me to either tell him to continue or to stop.

"please joe." - you

"please what baby?" - joe grinned dirtily

"take it off me." - you gripped his biceps

joe pulled the jersey over my head and threw it to the side. when he saw the lingerie i had hidden underneath his eyes darkened to a shade id never seen before.

"fucking hell, you're so beautiful." - joe groaned

"i- i was scared you wouldn't like it." - you

joe’s whole body tensed up and it felt like the whole world stopped, please tell me i didn't just ruin this moment.

"what?" - joe

"i don't know, i'm sorry for saying anything.. it's just that my body has changed since having the baby and i was worried you wouldn't be attracted to how i looked in the lingerie." - you

"baby.. are you being for real? i mean this in the most serious way possible but you know you turn me into a horny teenager." - joe

i laughed slightly before i started rubbing his arms.

"again i'm sorry for even saying anything, i was just a little self conscious." - you

"you're safe with me babe... do you want me to keep going?" - joe

"oh yes of course... i need you." - you

"that's it, can you get up for a sec" - joe

i nodded and stood up from sitting on him. he too stood up and pulled his shorts down, his impressive length flinging free.

"no boxers?" - you grinned

"it's our honeymoon, thought i'd have them off more often then on so what's the point of wearing ‘em." - joe smirked

"you're so hot." - you stared at him open mouthed

"i know, gorgeous c’mere." - joe

he sat down on the couch and grabbed the underside of my thighs, pulling me to him.

joe gently put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor.

once on my knees, he didn't even have to tell me what to do. this position was all too familiar.

joe let his eyes close as he felt my hand wrap around him, his head falling back as he let out a groan when the movements increased.

when my lips wrapped around his tip he dropped one of his hands from the couch and let it find my hair, he wrapped my hair around his hand controlling the depth and pace.

"i don't think you understand.. how fucking good this feels." - joe moaned

i used my hand to continue the movements on his base.

endless groans, moans, and curses flew out of his mouth. thank god there is no one else staying anywhere close to us.

i noticed his breathing quicken as his hands started guiding me with more strength.

"your mouth y/n, holy shit!" - joe moaned

he came not much longer after that. he let go of my hair and leaned forward, pulling me into a kiss.

"get up here with me. it's your turn" - joe breathed out

i suddenly became very nervous, sure i was excited to be brought pleasure and i was glad it was from joe... but i was just so nervous.

when he noticed i hadn't moved from my position below him joe opened his eyes and leaned up.

"you okay? you're safe with me baby." - joe

"i- i know, and uh i'm okay." - you

"are you just a little nervous?" - joe

i nodded and he reached out for my hand, lifting me up to stand.

"that's okay, it's the first time since you gave birth. you know i won't hurt ya, and if i do something that makes you uncomfortable tell me to stop immediately okay?" - joe

"okay.. thank you." - you

"you don't have to thank me." - joe

i stood up from my kneeling position and sat down next to him.

"i love you." - you kissed him

"love you too babe, now what am i gonna do with you?" - joe smirked

joe turned me to where i was laying flat on my back against the couch.

he gently parted my legs and started placing kisses on the inside of my thighs.

"don't tease, burrow" - you

"be patient, burrow" - joe looked up at me with a grin

good lord... this man.

joe moved the fabric aside as he connected his lips to my core, i was seeing stars.

"fuck joe!" - you moaned

i could literally feel him smile against me.

his mouth was literal magic, and it wasn't long till i was practically screaming his name.

the smug look on his face was evident.

he knew the effect he had on me and it turned him on extremely.

looking down and seeing his already hard again and throbbing dick more than ready to be inside of me was exciting.

"i think you're more than ready for me." - joe

"joey." - you whined

"yeah baby? what is it?" - joe

i moaned in response, unable to form words as i watched him slowly pump himself.

"i need your dick in me, please joe." - you

"i forgot how needy you are." - joe

"shut up and fuck me." - you

"don't gotta tell me twice." - joe

he got on top of me, his hands on either side of my head holding himself up.

i wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, our lips engaging in a filthy kiss as he entered me.

"oh my god- fuck." - joe

we were too busy moaning into each others mouths to kiss.

his thrusts were fast and hard, but i needed more.

"joey." - you moan

"yeah?" - joe breathed out

"harder." - you

"your wish is my command, mama." - joe

his hips met mine with heavy hard thrusts.

i was slowly moving farther up on the couch because of him literally pounding into me.

"damn it!" - joe groaned

with joe on top i could see his facial expression's, those that only showed how good he was feeling.

multiple thrusts later i could feel that unmistakable feeling in my stomach.

"joey, im close." - you gripped his biceps

he acted fast, his already ferocious pace speeding up as i moaned louder and louder.

"that's it baby, just let go." - joe groaned

that and a few more thrusts had me coming apart underneath him.

but the thing is, joe hadn't finished yet.

"babe." - your breathy voice rang out

"yeah?" - joe

"turn us." - you

"baby, you don't have too-" - joe

"i said turn us." - you

joe grabbed me and turned us around with ease, his back was now against the couch and i was on top.

in all honesty i didn't have the energy to ride him, but i wasn't about to let him walk away from this without finishing.

slowly, i started moving on his length. taking every glorious inch of him and then pulling off.

joes neck was rolling in every which way as his nose and eyes were scrunched.

"fuck, baby." - joe moaned

he had his hands on my hips to help guide me at the speed he wanted.

"i'm about to cum, y/n." - joe

i grabbed the back of neck and pulled him up to me, his lips attacking mine.

joe let out a guttural sound into the kiss as i felt him let go inside of me.

i got off of him and dropped next to him onto the couch. joe immediately pulled me to him and rubbed my naked back.

"that was amazing.." - joe

"mhm." - you mumbled against his chest

"i know you already showered, but we should go wash up." - joe

"i never showered." - you giggled as you traced the ridges in his abs

"okay well now you can come take a bath with me. i saw that huge tub in there so i know this is about to be relaxing.” - joe

he stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up.

i stumbled a bit, my legs were still wobbly from what we had just done but joe guided me to the bathroom.

he lowered in first and then i did, my back against his chest as i sat between his legs.

"i love you so much baby, i'm so happy you're my wife." - joe rubbed your shoulders

"i love you too, hubby." - you

we both giggled at the nickname before he kissed my forehead.

i've never felt so loved.

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authors note: why are imagines so much more fun to write than stories?

hope you enjoyed it!! ❤️❤️

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Good luck Babe

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Warning: Angst, no happy ending, sad lesbians, internalised homophobia

You had gone to school with the Melissa Schemmenti, you had been best friends for years until she met Joe and he had been the reason for your distance.

It wasn’t a surprise when your phone rang so early in the morning until you saw the redheads name flash across your screen. “M-Melissa?” Having sobered up from the party the night prior “are you okay?” You sat up in bed pulling the sheets up to cover your bare chest from the morning chill.

Ignoring the glare from the woman beside you as the cool air hit her naked form, she knew how the redhead was. She wasn’t blind to Melissa’s attraction towards you but she knew not to be jealous, she was the one in your bed not the redhead.

Melissa sighed looking down at her kitchen table before speaking “I-… I just miss you is all, we barely speak anymore and I- just” she stumbled over her words. “I need you Y/n/n” her voice was soft as she whispered “come home please” she begged as her nails dragged along the treated wood.

It wouldn’t be any longer than two days before you saw one another for the first time in years, you let yourself into her home through the open front door. Your bags in the rental car, graduation had led you both down different paths, Melissa became a teacher and you a fashion designer a famous one at that.

Melissa was sat on her couch, feet pulled under her as she stared into nothing nursing a large glass of wine in hand. You leaned against the doorframe “Melissa” you sang sadly watching your once closest friend, her head whipped around until she saw you “Y-Y/n?” She stuttered.

She slowly stood from the couch before warily making her way to you “thank god you’re here” she sobbed falling into your arms it was odd to see her so vulnerable.

Our last year of high school

“I-I like you Mel” you confessed as you both sat in your car stoned in her Nonna’s driveway, the hint of liquor on your breaths. “I like you too Y/n/n” she chuckled her eyes drooping as she leaned forward “No Melissa, I like you” I emphasised.

“Oh Y/n, I’m not like you. I’m not you know” she flung her wrist “you’re not gay?” I spoke softly though the hurt was evident. “Yeah” Melissa sighed “but we kiss and hold hands in public, we go on dates I mean we’ve even had sex! And you’re telling me..that you’re not gay?” .

Melissa wasn’t gay but there were pictures of you both kissing at parties or snap shots of hands down the other’s pants in a partially open bathroom. She wasn’t gay but still marked your skin and wore your clothes, she had a spare everything at your place.

It didn’t get any better when we got to college either, she had met Joe and I played the doting friend always smiling by her side. I hated it, how could he be the one to win her heart and hold her hand to kiss her so sweetly. Melissa’s Nonna couldn’t stand him, I lost count how many tea dates I had with the older woman as she held my hand ranting.

How Melissa would be better off admitting the “truth” Nonna could never be lied to even if you thought it was the truth. She mentioned how she would love to see her little Melissa with someone like you but you always chuckled sadly shaking your head.

“You’re gonna regret it one day Melissa, when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night with your head in your hands..you’re nothing more than his wife”. I stood behind her as she tried on various dresses “and when you think about me all of those years ago” I shook my head not wanting to say, I told you so.

“Good luck babe”

Melissa still married Joe nobody could help it not any of Nonna’s complaints or her mother’s curses and definitely not my broken heart. I made sure to get away after college, I would still be her friend but I couldn’t watch as she possibly created a family.

But now? As Melissa sobbed in my arms, mumbled words as her fingers dug into my skin desperately and the words I had once hoped for. “I’m in love with you tesoro, it’s always been you” she hiccuped hiding her face in my neck I said nothing just patting her back.

“Nonna was right, you were right hell! Even my mother was right. I’m miserable Y/n/n and I hate myself but I hate him more, why did I think it was a good idea?”

“Because you were in love, it makes us do crazy things”

Twelve years it took for her to come to this “I love you Y/n” she cupped my face “I love you too Melissa” I said gently. “You were right, I’m nothing more than Joe’s wife who stays at home blindly as he cheats and does whatever or whoever”.

My heart clenched for her “I know I was right Mel” I sighed softly “but I’ve moved on, you know this” she nodded sadly. “I’m your friend, I can’t be anything more than that” I kissed her forehead and wiped her tears before unlatching her arms and stepping back.

“Good luck babe”

Unfortunately Melissa never came out, going from man to man her latest being Gary the vending machine guy or the “hot” firefighter. And at night when the body beside her lay sleeping she still thinks about me..her best friend and wonders what it would’ve been like all of those years ago.

I hate to say I told you so..

[zvdvdlvr]

The World We Knew

☢️ — synopsis. Sometimes even the Ghoul got lost in thought.

When Cooper was bored and there wasn’t anything worth shooting, he would find himself thinking of the love he had, the life he had, and the world he knew. He only let himself take a blast to the past once in a blue moon. Cooper knew that you were dead, your corpse long rotted over the 200 some years after the bombs dropped.

Admittedly this was one of the times Cooper would think of her.

The first time Cooper heard of you was after hearing your name being brought by some scriptwriters. “She’s just a young thing without much experience. We need to have a bigger name in this move, not some girl!”

The other man ‘tsk’ed. “Foolish man! I know the woman personally- not in such an inappropriate way, mind- and this would do wonders for her career! Y/n is truly a lovely thing and skilled at her trade. Just let me bring her in, Randy. Make your decision after you meet her.”

Randy sucked his teeth and massaged his temple. “Fine. A quick meeting. But when that thirty minutes is over, don’t yell at me when she’s thrown out.”

The Ghoul pulled out his canteen of miraculously clean water and took a sip. He had quietly grabbed a snack during their conversation and left without a word. Little did he know just how drastically his life would change after that conversation.

“Hello! I’m y/n l/n,” a woman greeted politely. She stuck out her manicured hand and shook Cooper’s tightly. Cooper was surprised by your firm and respectful handshake- he was used to people running up and hugging him or gushing and asking him questions.

“Well,” Cooper said as he returned your handshake. “I’m Cooper Howard, darlin’. More than happy to make your acquaintance. What brings you around… here?” He gestured to the men and women running around the movie set. He remembered your name from the overheard conversation from about a month ago. 

You just laughed. “It would appear, Mr. Howard, that I will be lucky enough to work with you. I would have gone as far as to guess the production crew would have told you? It was brought to my attention that you were aware of my arrival,” you explained. Cooper was amazed at your polite and easygoing nature. It felt wonderful to be treated like just and average Joe for once. “I’m sorry you had to find out by me, Mr. Howard. I was under the impression you were already aware of this arrangement.”

“Oh, Cooper or Coop is fine, sweetheart,” Cooper told you kindly. “And it is truly no problem. Why don’t we go and see if we can get you all situated?” To Cooper’s delight, you nodded with a grateful smile. “Well have some time left until we wrap up for the day: why don’t you tell me about yourself, darlin’?”

Heaving a sigh, Cooper lets himself kick aimlessly at a large chunk of rock. What he wouldn’t do to go back in time to just have another conversation with you…

You two had gotten alone like two peas in a pod! Weeks passed quickly and soon the movie Caught on the Tides was released. To no one’s surprise, it was a smashing hit. People apparently loved the idea of a woman who was practically immune to the male charm until Walter (Cooper) caught your eye at a local festival. It was an easygoing romance/comedy that was thankfully PG-13. As a young woman, the past roles you were offered were side pieces or basically selling yourself. You took what you could get and attempted to steer clear of the nudity.

The side celebratory party was amazing. Randy and Joseph had rented out a cozy little bar/restaurant building that had enough room for about 100 people. The other castmembers, producers, and writers were there along with quite a few guests.

As the night went on, though, you found yourself growing increasingly exhausted with all the plastered smiles and arm patting and men’s eyes dropping to your assets whenever they thought you wouldn’t notice. You slipped out a side door and dug out a smoke and a light from one of the pockets you’d personally sewn into your dress.

You had just slipped out of your heels and plopped (unladylike, of course, but no one else was there to reprimand you) when the door opened. The intrusion made you want to sigh unprofessionally loudly and hide in the puffy material of your dress. Until Cooper’s smooth voice and slim body say down right beside you.

“Some producers are lookin’ for you.” Cooper’s comment doesn’t have the sharpness your manager’s would when she hollered up a storm about your tendency to wander.

In response you only click your tongue and fill your lungs up with smoke. You turn and face Cooper, who’s complexion is lit wonderfully but the light of the full moon. “Do you think the man on the moon gets lonely, Coop?”

Cooper’s eyebrows dip downwards. “I- I’d imagine so. Can’t be too fun bein’ up there by his lonesome.”

“I think so too,” you hum. Smoke seeps out of your lips as you turn to ask him another question. “Do you ever feel like the man on the moon, Coop? I’m just- I- I wonder if I’m in over my head sometimes with everyone here, Coop, and I-“ your words stumble out of your mouth and your hands shake as you bring the cigarette to your lips again. “I just feel like… you’re the only one that knows what I’m talking about, what I’m feeling.”

Cooper stares into your teary eyes with a heavy heart. You brought out such a protective part of Cooper he hasn’t felt since… since falling in love for the first time. Cooper shook his head. “I know, sweetheart,” he whispers, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. A sick part of him feels ecstatic that you are practically snuggling into his side- that you feel that he is the only one that understands. Deep down Cooper indulges himself in thinking you want him the way he wants you.

But you don’t. So Cooper is just barely content to let you lean into his side and tearfully ask for advice. “A part of that is always there, sweetheart. I feel like the man on the moon more than I’ll ever admit. But I’m also an old man who’s future is practically set in stone. You, though,” he chuckled and patted your side. You seeped into him and Cooper felt adrenaline rush through his veins. He could smell your delicately scented shampoo and matching body wash. “You could have any man on Earth you wanted, darlin’. Only a fool wouldn’t fall for you.”

You sighed and snuffed out your cigarette. Every part of you told you to leave him alone- to leave whatever relationship you have with him alone because he’s married (and you’d rather die than ruin your friendship). But being tucked under his arm and hearing the speed of his heartbeat made you think he felt the same as you. “Coop?”

Cooper looked back down at you. “Hm?”

“Are you a fool?”

Cooper’s heart raced. Your powerful gaze seemed to dig into his soul, searching for the answer he’d be damned to hell if he never gave you. “Do you take me for a fool, darlin’?”

You swallowed. “No, Cooper. Never.”

Within seconds, Cooper found his lips pressed against yours. He felt like exploding into a ton of confetti. His other hand came to cup your cheek and take dominance of your mouth. The passion Cooper felt was like none other and your breathless whimpers only encouraged him.

“Cooper…” you murmured, sitting up and grasping st the nape of Cooper’s neck. You felt perfect.

Cooper closed his eyes. He stood outside a familiar house. He figured he would stay here for the night. Cooper had already cleared, secured, and set traps around the building whenever he knew he’d be back.

Heaving a sigh, Cooper settled down on the bed and tilted his hat down over his eyes.

“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart,” Cooper muttered after wrapping a hand around your waist. “Got another birthday party and then I’m all yours, baby doll.”

The fall from fame was hard on everyone but Cooper refused to let it affect your career. He only saw you in professional settings and when no one saw you enter or leave his house. 

���Manager’s giving me the day, so I’ll be here all day if you don’t mind,” you said, scooping out cherry pie filling from the can to your mouth with a spoon. Frank Sinatra’s hauntingly low voice crackled through the radio, painting a scene Cooper wanted to commit to memory forever.

Cooper just shrugged. “Up to you,” he said. “How do I look?”

You tilted your head and slid off the counter. Your hands came up to adjust the collar of Cooper’s blue cowboy shirt. Then they slid down to his lapels to smooth back. “Perfect. Ready to roll, cowpoke,” you joked.

His soft eyes stopped you in your tracks. “Why’re you looking at me like that, Coop?”

“Like what?” Cooper asked. His tone was teasing but you noticed a hint of the seriousness that had grown on him as of late.

You shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know, Coop. Like… like you love me, I suppose.”

Laughter filled the room, drowning Sinatra’s eerie song. “‘I suppose’?”

You shook your head with laughter. “I don’t want to overstep right now, Coop.”

The mood turned quiet again at your words. Cooper took your face in his hands and rested his thumbs under your eyes. “You don’t overstep, sweetheart. Speak your mind. Always.”

“I will. Promise,” you replied solemnly. Cooper pulled your face up to his and kissed you gently.

“I’ll be home later, sweetheart. Promise.”

You grabbed your spoon and the cherry pie filling before fallowing Cooper outside. The cool grass felt good on your bare feet as you watched Cooper mount his horse. When he looked back at you, Cooper broke out into laughter at the sight of you raising our eyebrows suggestively. “I’ll be back soon, sweetheart, and then we can get busy.”

You muttered something along the lines of ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’ before nodding with a comically dejected expression. “Alright. Bye Coop. Be safe!”

Cooper tipped his hat at you. “I will, sweetheart. I’ll see you later, now.”

Cooper could have sworn he heard you call out ‘I love you’ as he rode away. In fact, Cooper would have sworn on his life that you had said you loved him. But Cooper would just come home to you and hear you say it clearly when he got home.

If he got home.

200 years later, Cooper heard Frank Sinatra singing “over and over, I keep going over the world we knew” and wished he would have told you he loved you back.

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Oops! Wrong Jersey *Joe Burrow*

Description: Joe gets a little eager while you two are sneaking around after practice. You two try to stay under the radar, but almost get caught by more than one person.

Pairing: joe burrow x female reader

Warnings: a little bit of jealousy Joe, possessive Joe, there is a teeny tiny feature of choking but nothing out the wazoo, alludes to smuuutttt! ;)

A/n: this is totally based off his press conference he had this week of him wearing the wrong jersey. I will be adding Mr. King of the North to my masterlist!

Enjoy everyone!! :))

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This whole scenario started the moment you entered the practice field. You chose to make some cupcakes for Tee’s birthday and bring them up to the field for him to enjoy after practice. Of course, you made enough for everyone and truthfully that was a lot of cupcakes. Joe had helped you a little bit. He mostly would smear icing on your face and then try to lick it off. Which would then lead to the two of you making out and almost burning the cupcakes.

So when Joe spotted you walking in to one of the meeting rooms with all the cupcakes he couldn’t help but reminisce from last night. Practice had officially ended but he obviously had one thing on his mind. You.

Tee came up to you to give you the biggest hug and thank you for the cupcakes. He immediately dug into them. You were flattered by all the compliments and soon some of the other guys began to get a taste.

“I thought you were going to take these to his party later tonight.” Joe comes up behind you, placing his large hands firmly on your hips. His lips lightly place a kiss on your cheek. He looks at Tee who just rolled his eyes at Joe. It wasn’t uncommon for Joe to remind the boys that you belong to him.

“I was but he wanted me to bring my special dip instead. The one I made for preseason.” You answer him and watch as he reaches for a cupcake.

“Can I help you make it later?” He asks and you see that playful smirk appear on his face. You watch as he takes a bite of the cupcake and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Oh the things that boy did to you.

“Joe Burrow.” Your voice has that tone of warning in it. He continues eating the cupcake until it’s completely gone. You stare at him as he licks each of his fingers clean while only looking at you.

Instead of feeding into his playful antics you simply turn around to say a farewell to everyone. You knew you’d be seeing them in a couple of hours anyways. Joe follows hot on your trail as you began to walk down the hallway.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Joe questions you.

“Home.” You shortly reply.

“Why so soon?” He pouted and he ran to stand in front of you to get you to stop.

“I have a dip to make for one of my favorite Bengal’s player.” You respond with the most smug smirk plastered on your face. It could not resist playing with him. Sometimes he made it too easy for you.

Joe looks around the hallway to see if anyone was watching. He grabs ahold of your sides and practically shoved you through an open door. You take a look around the room before he slams the door shut.

“Is there a reason you just shoved me into the ice room?” You ask.

“Can you please repeat to me the last sentence you said? The one about making the dip.” He refers to that particular sentence that you knew would set him off.

If there was one thing about Joe it’s that he was very possessive. He was cocky in a way that never went too far. He didn’t get the nickname Joe Cool for nothing. However, when he found you and you two decided to date. Sharing was never an option. He especially didn’t like it when you would talk about favorites. Joe was a believer that he was your only favorite.

“You mean the one about making dip for one of my favorite Bengal’s player.” There was a certain innocence in your voice that just drove Joe up a wall.

“Need I remind you that you have only one favorite.” He starts walking towards you and you walked backwards to tease him a little more. That was until your back hit the wall and he traps you against it. A puff of air escaped you when he places his hands back on your hips and pushes you further against the concrete.

“I might need some help remembering.” You tilt your head up to properly look at him now. His nose and lips were still a little red from being outside in the cold weather. His hair was tossed in different directions from the rain and him having the helmet on.

Slowly, Joe takes his right hand up from your hips, to your waist, and through the valley of your breasts. He stops at the base of your neck where his fingertips lightly trace the start of your collarbone. The moment Joe wraps his incredibly large hand around your throat an excitement erupts in your chest. Your heart began to beat rapidly. Joe slides his knee between your legs to spread them apart. He presses his lower half against yours where you felt the hard bulge in his pants.

Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. A small, barely audible moan slips from your mouth. “Joe.” You whisper his name as he moves only a small amount that still created a little friction you were craving.

He presses his ring finger and thumb directly against those pressure points that made you dizzy with pleasure. His index finger pushes under your jaw to tilt your head up.

“Look at me when you say my name.” Joe commands. Your eyes connect with his in obedience. “Good girl.” He adds.

Joe leans in and ever so softly presses a kiss to your jaw. You felt his hand that was on your hip slide under your shirt to where it touched your already hot skin. He begins to make a trail of kisses down your jaw and then to your neck. His mouth lingers in a spot and he sucks gently. Your sensitive skin was already bruising. He blows cold air over the new spot and you felt your knees buckle.

The moment Joe connects your lips with his it was like you two hadn’t touched each other in decades. Your hands automatically wrap around to the back of his neck to pull him closer if it was possible. He presses his body into yours to where there was no gap between you two now. When his thigh rubbed against your middle another moan escaped you. You push your fingers through his hair and tug slightly earning a small sigh from him.

The hand that was around your neck slides down until he cups your breast and massages. You began to squirm under his touch with only wanting more. He takes his lips away from yours and you pout at the loss of contact. He resumes back to your neck but quickly goes down to your chest.

“This is in my way.” Joe states and tugs on your thin shirt.

“Do something about it then.” You say a little annoyed with him stopping for that.

Joe takes both his hands and grabs the collar of your shirt. He pulls apart the material ripping it down the middle. A loud gasp escapes you at his ruthless actions.

“Joe!” You shout his name as the shredded shirt lands in the floor.

He covers your mouth with his hand to silence you. “Shh! Do you wanna get caught?” He asks.

You pull his hand off your lips to whisper. “No. But Joe I-“

The doorknob rattles and startles you both. Joe instinctively covers you with his body. “Joe are you in there?” You hear Ja’Marr behind the door.

“Yeah man. I’m just trying to ice.” Joe replies and he was looking at you. His hand found its way back over your mouth.

“Why is the door locked?” He asks him.

“I Uh don’t have any pants on. Didn’t want someone walking in on me.” He thinks of the best excuse he could.

“Well put your pants back on. You have a press conference.” Joe’s head just drops in defeat.

“Okay I’ll be right there.” Joe says. You both wait for about a minute and Joe puts his hand down.

“I don’t have another shirt!” You whisper shout at him. He looks around for something that you could wear. He luckily still had his practice jersey on so he pulls it over his head to hand it to you.

“Here.” He hands you his jersey and you take it from him sliding it on your body. It swallowed you whole but it at least covered you up. “We’ll finish this later.” He winks at you and opens the door letting you walk out first.

“I knew it.” Ja’Marr was standing next to the wall and he has the biggest smirk on his face. When he sees what you have on and the material in Joe’s hand his face turns up in disgust. “You two are disgusting.”

You and Joe both laugh at being caught. “I’ll meet you at home. Hurry up.” You tell Joe and he has a cute smile on his face. He leans down to plant a kiss on your lips lingering a little longer.

After that he runs back to the locker room to find his other jersey. He puts on the first one he sees near his locker and runs back out to where the conference was being held. Joe sat down and took in a deep breath from all the running.

“Did you change your number Joe?” One of the interviewers ask. Joe was confused and looks down at the jersey to see he did in fact pick up the wrong number.

This boyish grin lands on his face and he lets out a laugh. “Well I guess i put the wrong one on.” He responds.

A few of the guys were standing off to the side where only Joe could see them. Ja’Marr leans in to whisper something to them and they erupt into fits of laughter. Joe was smiling still with red cheeks from what really happened. Now all he could picture was you in his jersey.

Ja’Marr points to his head and Joe was not understanding at first. Until he realized how you always will tug at his hair. He had sex hair as some would call it.

Joe clears his throat and runs his fingers through his hair. He continues to get questions asked and he truly did try to pay attention. You were all he could think about and it only made him more antsy. He knew that he was going to show you who your only favorite truly was when he got home.

His phone buzzes in the chair in between his legs. No one else could see what he was looking at but him. He briefly looks down and sees your contact name with an image attached.

‘I’m waiting for you…’ he looks up casually answering a question and then looks back to see a glimpse of the picture. A picture of you in that jersey and there was nothing on underneath it.

Joe swallows thickly at the sight of you. His leg begins to bounce in anticipation. Needless to say he did not pay attention for the rest of the press conference.

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The pattern of his skin (Requested)

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader

Request: okay but a one shot / blurb / imagine of reader giving joe a hickey... how does he feel, does he have an event to go to, does he cover it... I neeeeeed this

Warnings: rpf, a little smut, do love bites need a warning..?

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Thanks for the request and patience, hope you’ll like it :)

"Fuck, baby..you're killing me." His low and raspy voice sounded next to your ear, his tone dripping in desperation. He didn't even try to conceal how much he needed this. How much he needed you.

He just came home after being away for a month. As soon as you heard the front door open, you rushed into his arms, lips finding each other immediately before even getting a word out. At first he didn't catch onto your intentions but when he felt your tongue poking at his lips, he knew what was about to go down. His hand let go of the suitcase's handle, letting it fall on the floor with a sharp sound of the aluminium hitting the floor. You felt his hands wrapping around the back of your thighs, encouraging you to jump. He kicked his shoes off and went to the living room, suddenly too impatient to go all the way to the bedroom. You broke the kiss due to the lack of oxygen but pressed quick kisses on his lips repeatedly between taking small breaths as he sat down with you in his lap. Your lips travelled down from his jaw to the base of his neck before they settled on his sweet spot, switching between pressing gentle open mouthed kisses there and sucking on it softly.

Your hands stroked his stomach up and down slowly, each time getting a bit closer to his hardening length. Your lips were still attached to his skin, occasionally stopping for a moment. The sound of his sweet moans and sighs, along with your lips working on his skin filled the living room. It absolutely drove him wild, finally having you so close but he still felt like you were miles apart. He knew that feeling won't go away until he's balls deep inside you and he feels you fall apart in his arms. You lifted your head from the crook of his neck, eyeing with the reddening mark in the place of where your lips just had been.

"You done?" He examined the face he hadn't seen in a month in person. You nodded eagerly, ready to feel his warm skin on yours again. His hands found the hem your T-shirt and pulled it over your hand quickly, tossing it on the floor, revealing your naked chest. He laid you down on the couch with your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to you. He started pressing kisses all over your collarbones and chest when you grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled him up.

"Please, Joe, I need you..just...oh.." You gasped when he rocked the forming bulge in his pants against your core. His trembling hands pulled your sweatpants down, getting them out of the way. He straightened his posture, standing on his knees and pulled his hoodie over his head before unbuckling his belt and standing up to slide his jeans off. He nestled back between your legs, lips finding yours while his hands caressed your sides, slowly moving down to your panties. His long fingers found the waistline of it and pulled it before letting it go, the fabric snapping against your skin loudly. You gasped at the unexpected feeling before you both started giggling, mouth to mouth still.

He quickly got the last piece of clothing off you before freeing himself from his boxers as well. He was ready to give his all to you after a month spent apart, but the realisation hit him hard. His face dropped as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

"Shit..condom's upstairs." A long and loud sigh left his mouth. "We gotta start keeping them all around the house."

"That's a bit dramatic." You chuckled.

"Says the one who threw herself at me as soon as she saw me." He rose from the couch with you in his lap, walking to the bedroom.

Your lips traced the hot skin at his neck, abusing that – now reddening – spot again. His fingers dug deeper into your thighs at the feeling of your lips against his skin.

"The GQ event's tomorrow night." He mumbled more to remind himself as he was under the influence of your lips, knowing his skin is well-visibly red.

"Hmm?" You lifted your head from his neck, your lips detaching from his skin with a loud pop. He couldn't even remember what he said for a second; his mind began to grow cloudy with lust as he admired your red, puffy lips that he had been missing for a month so dearly.

"The GQ Men of the Year..tomorrow."

"I know. So?" You stated with a confused expression on your face, not understanding what it had to do with the situation.

This time he didn't bother to reply, too busy thinking about being buried deep inside you. He gently threw you on the bed, the mattress bouncing softly at his action. Joseph didn't waste time, he was above you in no second, attaching your lips again. The contrast between his slightly harsh and dry fingertips and your soft side and thigh only made the experience more intimate as you realised, he's really there with you finally. You reached for his hand that rested on your thigh and intertwined your fingers together, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.

"Fuck..I missed you...so much." He managed to get it out between kisses.

"I missed you, too, baby."

You did mean it. Not just because of the lonely nights when a phone call with him just simply wasn't enough, but also because of those days when you felt a tad droopy and you craved his closeness and presence. Finally you had him to yourself again.

He unlaced your fingers and reached for the nightstand. You supported yourself with your elbows, taking in the sight of him tearing the little packaging with his teeth and giving his length a few strokes to get himself ready before rolling down the latex.

"You ready, baby?" He smirked, reaching for your ankles to place them on his shoulders but you pulled your legs away to stop him. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"As much as I love having my legs on your shoulders, I don't want any of that now. Just come here, baby. Make love to me."

He did as you asked without a word, a soft smile spreading across his face. He settled between your legs and cupped your cheek as he stroked it with his thumb. He dipped his head down to kiss you and teased your clit with the head of his shaft. You moved your hips impatiently and he barely slipped into you for a quick second, making you both gasp and moan. A few moments later he started to push himself into you slowly and stopped when he was deep between your walls. A moan erupted from your throat at the sensation.

"God..how much I missed this." He exhaled as he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. His hips started rocking. It wasn't fast or greedy; instead, it was slow and sensual. His deep, passionate thrusts knocked the air out of your lungs, making it feel like the world's oxygen wouldn't be enough. "You're coming with me the next time I gotta leave for a while." He whispered as he chocked on his desperate moans.

"Definitely."

The following evening Joseph was standing in front of the mirror with a towel hanging low around his waist, water droplets rolling down his skin.

"You okay?" You stood in the doorway as you noticed him eyeing his reflection with a shy, proud smile on his face.

"Come here." He beckoned to you. You walked over to him and he turned fully around, now facing you. Your eyes widened at the sight of the crimson red little spot in the crook of his neck. "See what you did, baby?"

"Shit..I'm sorry." A laugh escaped your lips as you lifted your gaze to meet his.

"No, you're not." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug while pressing quick pecks on your neck, making you squirm as his beard was tickling you.

"I'll put makeup on it, come on." You laughed.

"Don't..I don't need it." His voice was muffled as he still had his lips pressed up against your neck.

"You gonna look like those horny teenagers."

"I feel like one for sure..but you're coming with me so they'll know who to blame."

Thank you for reading it, hope you enjoyed it! Requests are open (I’m slow as shit tho). Take care, have a beautiful day / night <3

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Chapter 7- Loss

Summary: Easy Company is stuck in Bastogne and is succumbing to the cold harsh winter. Despite this, things are looking up! They are due to take the town of Foy and finally be done with the dreaded winter.  Easy returns to the front line in the forest just outside of Foy. You experience your first real loss due to a senseless accident. This sends you down spiraling into a dark place, and Joe is the only one that can pull you back. 

A/N: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFem!Medic, post D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Mentions of death, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, Yiddish to English Translation, Descriptive Wounds/Injuries, Blood/Gore, Smoking, Banter, Pining, Consensual Physical Contact/PDA, FOREVER FLUFF 💚 This chapter continues from

1x6 Bastogne then transitions into 1x7 The Breaking Point

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

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Adrennes Forest, Belgium 

January 2, 1945 

Easy company combed through the trees of the forest in the relentless cold near the target town of Foy.

Eventually, Easy encountered sporadic machine-gun fire causing a few casualties. After Hoobler’s kill shot of a German on horseback, he finally gets a Lugar and comes back to the guys to show it off to them.

LT Compton and Lipton are having a chat about where LT Dike has disappeared to while Malarkey and Shifty are digging a foxhole nearby.  

“-I haven’t seen him all day. I didn't see him coming through the woods, and I have to figure out how we ended up with-” 

Lipton respectfully interrupted Buck, “-Two wounded.”  

“Who?” Buck asked concerned stopping in his tracks. 

“Brown and Stevenson.”  

 “Goddam it-” Buck looked away rolling his eyes, “Where’s Dike!? Where the hell does he ever go?”  

“-I don’t know, but I wish he’d stay the hell there.”  You chime in approaching the first sergeant and LT. 

“Hey, Y/L/N.” Lipton greeted. 

“Would be nice if he took LT Shames with him, too-” Malarkey added. 

“-Shut up, guys.” Lip cautioned. 

“Shutting up, Sarge.” Malarkey acknowledged. 

You nod to Lip before addressing Buck, “Sir, Brown and Stevenson are stable. Me and Doc got them all patched up and ready for transport, they’re gonna be fine.” You report. 

Buck gave you an approving nod, obviously relieved. 

Suddenly a single gunshot sounded off too close for comfort and you all scrambled to the nearest half-dug foxhole with Malarkey, Shifty, Lip and Buck. 

“Patrol?” Malarkey asked. 

“No, we would’ve heard.” Lip replied. 

“One man...maybe a sniper.” Buck added. 

“That was no rifle.” Shifty confirmed. 

“What do you see, Shift?” Buck asked. 

“Nobody out there.” Shifty said. 

“Are you sure?” Buck questioned. 

“Uh-huh.” 

One of the guys came running up. “Ah Jesus, it’s Hoob! He’s shot!” He yelled out. 

“Sniper!?” Buck called back. 

“Nah, nah, he—he shot himself. MEDIC!”  

“Jesus Christ, I’m right here!” You shouted out over Lip’s shoulder as you leap out of the hole running. 

You get to Hoobler with Perconte kneeling over him. 

“It’s my fucking leg!” Hoobler cries out. 

“What happened!?” Lip asked. 

“What were you doing with a loaded gun in your pants!?” Buck asked Hoobler finding the Lugar next to him. 

“It just went off! I wasn’t touchin’ it or nothin’! I wasn’t touchin’ it, I swear!” Hoobler responded panicked. 

“Hoob, hold still dammit, I gotta cut the pants!” you bellowed at him as calmly as your voice allowed.  

You lift the fabric away from Hoobler’s skin where blood soaked through his right thigh and began feverishly slicing through his uniform. It was clear by the color and saturation of the blood that he hit the main artery. 

“It hurts like a son of a bitch!” Hoobler shrieked. 

“We gotta pack this to make it stop.” you think outloud more so to yourself.  

You pull off his belt in one fleeting motion and apply it above the wound as a tourniquet and start tightening it. Hoobler lets out a cry of pain and starts rocking side to side. 

“Goddam it, hold him down! I can’t get this tight enough to stop the bleeding if he’s moving around like that!” you tell the other five men present. 

You secure the belt, then dump your bag to get the sulfur and clean gauze to start packing the bullet wound. 

“Keep him warm!” you tell them as you dash the sulfur onto the thigh and start stuffing with the dressing. 

Doc rushed in sliding onto his knees next to you. 

“Let me see it.” Doc said pushing Malarkey aside, “Y/L/N, let me get in there so I can get the bullet out.” he said noticing you were becoming fatigued. 

Doc shifted over and started working Hoobler. Buck removed his coat and put it across Hoobler to keep him warm. 

The guys started talking to him to keep him from passing out. 

“How we doin’, Doc!?” Buck asked nervously. 

“I can’t see a thing. We gotta get him back to an aid station.” Doc stated. 

“Well let’s get ready to move him then!” you say with your voice shakier than you had intended. 

Doc still frantically working on the leg, the rest of the boys suddenly fell silent. 

“-Doc...Doc!” Buck barked. 

Eugene looked up to see Hoobler laying lifeless.

Lip and Doc stare in horror panting, trying to catch their breath. You stand over all of them with a blank stare, lost in your own thoughts over what had just occurred.  

“Dead...all because of his ‘treasured’ fucking Lugar...’” you thought to yourself. 

This revelation made you angry. Your emotions began to boil over as you voiced your recent thoughts outwardly. 

“All because of a precious Lugar!” you roared.  

The six men look at you startled. You met their shocked gazes with your eyes filled to the brim with tears. As they start to spill over, you continue. 

“Didn’t even need a fuckin’ Kraut to do it for him, did he!?” Your voice cracks as you ask them rhetorically, gesturing towards Hoobler. 

The men all look down at the expired soldier. 

You inhale loudly, tilting your head back and sniffling to try to keep the discharge from expelling from your nose. (Not very lady like). 

“Malarkey,” you say sharply in a motherly tone, side eyeing him.  

Don snaps his head up to look at you, jaw slightly slacked waiting for you to speak, “-if I fucking catch you risking your life looking for a Lugar after today, I will shoot you myself.” you stated harshly. 

Don nodded and looked back down as you turned on your heel and stormed off. 

~~~~~~~ 

Later, Lipton found you spaced out in a foxhole by yourself. He approached cautiously, recognizing the distant look on your face and not wanting to spook you. You sensed his presence and looked over at him with emptiness in your eyes. 

“Hey, Y/F/N.” he began. Your face remains as you looked straight ahead again. 

Lip sat on the edge of your foxhole, allowing his feet to dangle inside. 

“You ok?” His voice was gentle and worried. 

You only nod. 

“Listen, uh, when you’re ready, I need you to come with me to Captain Winters to explain what happened. Just, whenever you’re ready, k?” he waited, “You know where to find me.”  

It was only until he started to walk away you found whatever voice you had left. 

“Sarge, we can go now.” you call out as you slowly make your way out of the hole. 

As you stand before Winters and Nixon retelling the story, your voice begins to strain fighting back anger and choking down tears.  

“Hoob had so many layers on him we couldn’t tell how bad the bleeding was, sir.” you pause and look down at your boots, “He was already gone by the time we got him to the aid station. The bullet went through the artery.” you finished. 

“It wouldn’t have made a difference if you had known.” Nixon tried to assure. 

You look at him perplexed; your face twisted up with that same rage beginning to rise in your chest. 

“With all due respect, that’s where you’re wrong, sir.” you raise your voice, still trying to maintain your customs and courtesies towards him. 

Winters, Nixon and Lipton shared wide eyed glances. 

“Y/F/N, maybe you should-” Lip began. 

“-No! This was avoidable. If Hoobler hadn’t had that Lugar, he’d be alive now!” you stated bitterly. The men were speechless as you continued 

“I hear the guys go around talking about what fucking trophies they’re going to bring home from this ‘Kraut’ or that ‘Jerry,’ and you know what, sir? It makes me sick to my stomach! Do you know Perconte hasover a dozen wrist watches from dead German soldiers he’s been collecting since Normandy!? At least!” you pause to look away, to shield the view of your tears. 

You release along sigh, “And now, because of a stupid German handgun that he considered a “trophy” is the reason that Hoobler is dead. No trophy or treasure is worth that.” you concluded shaking your head.  

You look back at the three men with your glossed over eyes, waiting for a tentative punishment for not asking for permission to speak freely before going off. 

Winters, Nixon and Lipton exchanged concerned glances. 

“Y/F/N,” Winters approached you, “I’ve been noticing for awhile that the weight of the war has been anchoring you down. It gets to all of us at some point, so it’s fine to get it off your chest. As long as you keep pushing forward and lean on the guys for support.”  

“Just make sure when you lose it that it’s only with us. I don’t think Sink would put up with that.” Nixon joked. 

You scoffed flashing a weak smile at him. 

“You’re doing good work with us. Nobody has any complaints.” Winters added. 

You nod, “Thank you, sir, that means a lot coming from you.” you replied. 

“In the meantime, go find Liebgott and stay with him until you’re smiling again. That kid always has something to say that makes the guys laugh.” Nixon said with a wink. 

“Yes, sir.” you respond with a slight grin before leaving the three men under the tarp overhang. 

~~~~~~~ 

You didn’t go to Joe, though. You went back to your foxhole to be alone. As the sun was setting, the air became chillier, and you found yourself uncontrollably shivering. You started to regret not finding Joe to get some extra warmth from him in his foxhole.

And as if he heard you thinking about him, Joe appears crouching over your foxhole. He remained quiet for a minute to see if it was safe to join you, but you keep your face buried in your folded arms covered by your wool blanket. Joe thought he heard you either whimpering or crying, but as he leaned in closer, he discovered you were actually humming a song to yourself.  

“Hey.” Joe said softly. 

You look up at him with tired blood shot eyes, red nose and peeling chapped lips. You had been crying silently in that hole all afternoon and you knew Joe would know. You attempt a weak smile then rest your chin on your knees.  

Joe hopped in and plopped down next to you. He studied you for a few seconds then nudged you with his elbow. You side eye him without any additional response. 

“I just talked to Lip-” he began.  

You looked down. 

“-He asked me if you had come to see me. Had to tell him no. He told me what happened, and that Nixon told you to come see me.” he continued. 

You remained quiet, shifting from your chin to your cheek looking away from Joe.  

Liebgott moved closer to you putting his arm across your shoulders. His closeness made you tremble. You wanted to lean into his chest to get warm, but you stayed put. 

Joe tilted his head, “Why didn’t you come to me, Gams?” he asked, almost sounding offended. 

His fingers gently gliding back and forth on your shoulder, he anxiously waits for you to answer him.  

“I-I don’t know...” you muttered as you sniffled. 

Joe reached for your shoulders to turn you towards him. You rotate entirely around as his hands guided your face to his. You finally look at him with tears cascading down your cheeks. Sensing how distraught you still were, he pulled you into him, embracing you tightly as he leaned against the dirt wall. You curl into him resting your head right over his chest. 

“I gotchyu, doll-” he reassured then kissed the top of your head. “I’m right here.” 

Joe held you, allowing you to soak his coat with your tears while you silently bawled as you wrap your arms around his torso, holding him like a lifeline. He didn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, so he occasionally planted a kiss on the side or top of your head while kneading your back or arms to give you any sort of relief. 

This lasted for awhile until you were drained of tears to shed. You shifted upward to lay your head into the crook of Joe’s neck to be as close to him as possible. 

“So,” Joe started, “did you really tell Malark that you’d shoot him?” he asked. 

For the first time all day, you laughed. Your laughter is music to Joe’s ears as he embraces you tighter then kisses your forehead. 

“I sure did.” you respond, your voice raspy and strained since you hardly said a complete sentence for hours. 

“Pretty sure you scared him out of looking for that Lugar for his nephew.” Joe stated. 

“Good.” you responded. 

He rested his chin on top of your head. 

“What were you singin’ anyway?” he asked. 

You sighed, “Tu-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral.”  

“Tu ra what?” Joe laughed trying to look at you. 

You giggle, “By Bing Crosby? From the movie ‘Going My Way?’ You don’t know it?”  

“Ah sure, I think I’ve heard it once or twice-” he responded while pulling you in closer, “-maybe you can refresh my memory?” he added. 

“I don’t know, Joe, my voice is shit right now from crying.”  

“Sing quietly then. Come on, for me?” he urged winking at you. 

You couldn’t resist the man. You obliged him with a gentle grin. 

🎶“Tu-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral-” you began subtly, “Tu-ra-loo-ra-li...”🎶  

You softly serenade Joe the Irish lullaby until you drift off to sleep in his arms. He stayed with you overnight in your foxhole. His steady heartbeat and rhythmic breathing soothed your inner turmoil, allowing you the deepest sleep you’ve had in months. 

~~~~~~~ 

You wake up sometime in the middle of the night, looking up to see Joe knocked out still holding onto you as he was before you fell asleep on him. 

You move your head up and press your lips into his neck, gently placing a kiss right over the scar left behind from the wound at crossroads. He shuddered, then woke up alarmed, looking at you with hooded droopy eyes. 

“Heeeeey now, Gams-” he cautioned flashing a half-concerned expression. “Whaddya tryin’ to do?” he said through a yawn with a nervous laugh while rubbing his neck where you had kissed him. 

“What?” you respond partially entertained by his reaction. 

He looked at you skeptically, “Come on, you know whatchyu did.” he rebuked, taking an opportunity to stretch. 

You shrug at him with a coy smirk. He smiled at you cynically.  

“You keep doing that shit and we’re going to have to find something to cover this foxhole, so nobody sees what I’d like to do you.” he stated, his voice gravelly and low.  

You gasp as you back off him, “Joseph Liebgott!”  

He chuckled, “Just giving you a fair warning, sweetheart. Don’t think I won’t.” he replied with a wink. 

You felt a wave of heat rush over your entire body as you stared at him in shock by his honesty. 

You scoffed, “Noted. I’ll be more mindful where and when I put my kisses.”  

“Mm-hm...” Joe hummed side eyeing you suspiciously. 

You feel yourself blush as you bashfully smile back at him. He pulled you back onto him. 

“Go back to sleep you little tsrus (troublemaker).” he whispered in Yiddish, then kissed your forehead.  

~~~~~~~ 

[lovejosephquinn]

buying your first house with fiancé Joe and fucking on every single surface 😛

I think it's about time I wrote this piece of filth 💀💀💀 OH SHIT.

Thank you for your request x

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

Unlocking your front door after receiving your keys to your first home together that morning, you stepped into the empty hallway, eyes swatting to every crevasse you could see. Joe wrapped his arms around you from behind, leaning the side of his head against yours, swaying you from side to side subtly. "Well, we did it, love." You leant your head back into his chest, a feeling quite proud overcoming you, taking the next step in settling down with your now fiancé, life was coming together all too nicely. Swerving round to face him, you leaned up wrapping your arms around his neck, dancing your fingers along his skin, he shuddered at the contact. "Yes we did." Bowing his head down to rest against your forehead, your eyes spoke a thousand words of love for one another in that moment.

"There's only one thing left to do before we truly get started on our little project." Joe's low whispering tone sent shivers down your spine, his lips nearing inches away from yours.

"What's that?"

"We christen it right this instant." He pressed his self against you, not leaving a single gap between your bodies and you felt the way his cock pressed against your hip. A chuckle fell from your lips as you shook your head. "Not now Joey, you're a bloody animal."

"Yes, now Y/N." Joe's pupils darkened and the malicious smile that creeped onto his features signified that you weren't getting out of what he wanted. An offer you simply couldn't refuse. Joe backed you up until your feet reached the bottom step of the staircase and you fell back; he caught you and gently laid you against it, straddling over you to kiss you passionately. You continued to cling your arms round his neck for further support, your hands holding the back of his head, fingers digging in through his messy curls as your tongues danced around one another.

Joe broke the kiss, breathing heavily and taking in your bedazzled look, holding onto you and lifting you back up, you let go of Joe, standing before him an innocent and quite frankly already hot mess. "Clothes in a pile over there, I'm about to take you on a pleasurable tour around our new place." You couldn't deny his command, there was something so sexy about when he broke into this dominant act.

You both undressed in unison and before you could make any sudden movements, he lifted you up and you proceeded to wrap your legs around his waist, putting your arms back around his neck once again where they previously gripped onto.

Joe stomped into the kitchen and plonked you onto the countertop mercilessly. Lifting your legs onto them to support yourself. "Open up, I'm ravenous." The irony of it being in the kitchen. Joe forced your thighs apart abruptly and dug straight in. Nuzzling his head so he could reach your slit and began sucking in-between your folds, savouring his favourite taste in the world that was your pussy juices.

He hummed into your cunt, flickering his tongue against your swelling clit, followed by his mouth entirely covering your mound, making the loudest slurping noises letting you know he's enjoying every second. Two fingers directed themselves straight into your entrance, not giving you a moment to adjust he began fucking his fingers rigorously in and out of you. Between breathing and fiercely eating your cunt Joe used his other hand to relieve the ache that surrounded his leaking shaft, slowly stroking his hand over it.

"Joe, fuck, I'm going to cum." You squirmed over his busy body, wanting nothing more to release in that second, he immediately stopped. Ugh.

"Not yet you're not. We're building this up and we're going to cum so fucking hard together, got it?"

You nodded vigorously as he took you back into his arms, lifting you off the countertop, leaving the small trail of fluid behind on it. You'd clean up later. Joe took you upstairs, slamming you against the landings wall and kissing you desperately, his cock trapped between you, brushing against your wet pussy made him whimper into your mouth, you could tell he was throbbing to be inside of you just from the sounds he made.

Joe took you into the bathroom shortly after, putting you down in a gentler manner than before, taking your hand and turning you around so you faced away from him. The sink beneath your view, he bent you over and spanked your arse cheeks one by one. "God I can't wait for this." Spitting onto his hand, Joe lathered his cock in his saliva, throwing his head back and growling at the touch. He then took a hold onto your hips, digging his fingers straight into your skin and shoved his thick member straight inside of you without a word of warning. Your hands gripped at the sinks edge as you let out a sharp moan, feeling the entirety of his cock fill you in an instant. "Tell me how you want it, baby."

"Hard." Is all you managed; he needn't hear more as he pounded into you at an unfathomable pace, strings of moans and profanities falling from his lips as he took a fistful of your air and arched you backwards. "Yes, just how my girl likes it."

You both stared into the mirror placed above the sink, eyes burning intensely at one another, Joe bit down on his bottom lip, he undeniably loved every little face you made whilst he fucked you. "Yes. Take it, take it like the good fucking girl you are." The mix of pleasure and pain striking your body as your cunt was abused, balls slapping against you and your orgasm starting to take over. "Yeah, that's it, let go baby, cum for me. Burst all over this cock that's fucking you so well."

You did just that, letting your head fall slightly but not before Joe's tight grip on your hair pulled you straight back to attention, your squeals bouncing and echoing across the walls. Joe continued to buck his hips into you which had now started to become erratic. He pulled himself out frantically moment later and pulled you to fully stand. "On your knees, now."

You turned and fell to your knees, watching his every move. "Now, I want that pretty little mouth to make me cum, can you do that for me, baby?"

You lent up and jerked the twitching shaft a couple of times, carefully wrapping your lips around his tip causing Joe to hiss at the change of contact. "Fuck yes Y/N, Christ." His head threw itself back and you began to relentlessly suck, his hands took hold of the back of your head so he could control your pace, pushing it downward so the tip touched the back of your throat, it tasted so good, completely smothered of you.

Water streamed from your eyes as you choked near to the base of his cock, and he let go slightly so you could refrain from suffocating. "I need to cum so fucking bad, let that sweet mouth take my seed, I want to see you swallow every drop." You rapidly sucked as far as you could go without retching. One final slurp saw Joe seeing stars, his soul leaving his body and out of the earth's orbit, his cum spewing out as you milked him for every last bit of the gooey liquid, he could possibly offer you.

"Jesus Christ, baby, oh my god, your blowjob skills could almost give me a heart attack." Joe muttered breathlessly, his thighs wobbling at the over stimulated sensation. You giggled removing his cock from your mouth and wiping it with the back of your hand. Joe offered you his hands to stand you back up, taking his fingers under your chin to meet his content and observant gaze. Pecking onto your lips, the smile you shared so sweet and innocent, it would have made anyone else think that nothing of the sort had just occurred between you both.

"Welcome home, beautiful."

"I think I'm going to like it here." You giggled.

[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Love Me Like You Do~ Part 5

Juice Ortiz X Reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Okay everyone! Listen up!” I yelled as I gathered the crew around the bar. “I appreciate all of you being here tonight. It’s going to take all hands on deck if we’re going to be as busy as I hope we are. Now, my wonderful kitchen guys, have you made the decision on who’s doing what tonight?”

Leo, Remi, Paulo and Joe all nodded. “Yes ma’am, boss. I’ll take the lead and Joe and Remi will be working on helping cook the orders and Paulo will be getting them ready to head out the door.” Leo explained.

“Great.” I turned to the girls. “Amelia, Serena and Cypress, you three know what sections you will be?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be the balcony. Serena will be mid section tables 5 through 10 and Cypress will be all the booths.” Amelia responded.

“Awesome. Now, Donna and I will be helping out Talia and Willow at the bar. I’ll occasionally make my rounds. If I come across a table needing drinks and you haven’t made it back to them yet I will help out. That’s why we have the walkie system. If any of you get overwhelmed out on the floor or at the bar, just press the button on the belt walkie and let me know. Same goes for you guys in the kitchen. Ding the bell four times to let me or Donna know you need help. I don’t want anyone struggling tonight, okay? We’re a team. A family.”

Everyone nodded. I gave them the okay to get everything in order and they went their own ways.

“Hey, Donna? Can you come with me to the apartment? I need help finding something to wear.”

She nodded. “Of course!” She linked her arm with mine and we walked out the back.

When we got inside she started digging in my closet. She dug way back to the back and pulled out some skintight black jeans.

“Now these are nice!” She held them up. “Here, put these on.”

I took them from her and put them on while she dug around some more. I was surprised they still fit after all those years of carrying them around. I went to look at myself in the mirror but Donna stopped me.

“Nope! Not yet. I want to complete the whole look before you do.” She smiled that devilish smile at me.

I playfully rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

She then gave me a pair of knee high boots with a shirt heel and a Sons of Anarchy shirt that I had made my own before I left. I cut the sleeves off and put purple rhinestones around the sleeve edges and had cut a V into the neckline, stitching it with silver thread.

Once I had it all on, she sat me down at the table and began fixing my hair and makeup. After half an hour she was done.

“Okay, go look!”

I went to my stand up mirror and gasped at the sight. Donna had done my makeup natural and my hair was pulled back with a rhinestone clip with a few strands pulled out to frame my face. I stared myself down. I almost didn’t recognize myself.

“He’s going to fall head over heels for you in this.” Donna said, leaning her chin on my shoulder.

“Who?”

“Who else?”

“Juice?” I shook my head. “I doubt it. Sure he said he likes me but I don’t know if he feels anything different.”

“I beg to differ. The way he looks at you is the way I catch your brother staring at me sometimes. Like I’ve hung the moon and the stars are my halo. I think it’s just more than like.” She smiled.

“I never got to tell him how I felt. He got the call for club business. Then I was busy preparing for the dinner and tonight. I haven’t got to talk to him much.”

“How do you feel about him?”

I sighed. “Likes he’s everything I didn’t know I needed. Like the missing puzzle piece my heart needs to be complete. He sees past the extra weight and accepts it, even if I don’t.” I whispered the last part.

Donna smiled. “I think I have an idea of how you can finally tell him. Come on. I’ll tell you on the walk back. It’s almost time to open this place up.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Guys! Let’s go! Amethyst Edge opens in less than an hour! I want all of us to be there when (Y/N) opens the doors!” Clay yelled across the clubhouse.

Whoops and hollers were heard all around. The guys filed out the Clubhouse doors and onto their bikes.

“Where’s Piney?” Clay asked.

“He already left for the bar. Wanted to be sis’s first costumer.” Opie replied.

Clay just nodded. “Let’s go!”

It took all of 15 minutes for the guys to make it to the bar. The parking lot was already filling up. Opie patted Jax and pointed. He smirked and tapped Clay to show him, too. (Y/N) had made a section just for them in the front, a reserved parking sign for each of them and all. They made their way to the front and parked.

Juice found his spot and smiled. He couldn’t wait to see you tonight. He hadn’t been able to talk to you in a couple weeks properly and it was driving him crazy. Him and the others walked in the bar.

“Holy shit. Little Winston pulled it off. This place is amazing!” Tig said.

Music was already playing through the speakers and people were gathering in different sections. They made their way to the bar. Opie spotting Donna first.

“Hey babe. Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Hey guys. She’s giving herself a pep talk before she addresses everyone to get the night started. Give me a sec.” Donna put her earpiece in. “(Y/N), they’re here.”

“What’s that about?” Juice asked, pointing at her ear.

“It’s out means of communication. She told me to let her know when y’all got here. She didn’t want to start anything before.” She nodded her head to the stage. “Speaking of.”

The music stopped and everyone turned towards the stage area.

“Holy shit.” Juice whispered under his breath, or so he thought.

“She’s beautiful, right?” Donna asked.

“Yeah. She is.”

Donna gave Opie a wink before turning her attention to her sister in law.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I took a deep breath and walked out of my office and onto the stage. The lights brightened and the music stopped. I looked out through the crowd and couldn’t help my smile. I spotted the guys in the back and instantly my eyes found Juice.

“Hi everyone! My name is (Y/N) Winston and I’d like to welcome you to my place, Amethyst Edge!” Hollers went around. “A few things before we officially open this place. We have food, drinks of any kind, pool tables and karaoke. If you hit on any of my girls, and they reject you and you keep pestering them, you will be out. I want this to be a atmosphere everyone can enjoy. If you want to show us the vocal talents, the karaoke list is to the left, pick and let us hear you. If you see Son with a kutte, don’t be afraid. They are my family and Amethyst Edge unofficial bouncers.”

I looked at my watch. “It is now 7pm, Amethyst Edge is open for business!”

Whoops and hollers went around. I started the music back up and hit the button for the lights to strobe. I made my way down to the bar.

“Welcome boys! It’s officially opening night and remember, two rounds on me then you got to pay up. The girls know to start the tab and I’ll leave it amongst you to figure out who pays.” I gave each of them a hug.

I finally made it to Juice. The smile I adored so much plastered to his face. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks. Donna helped. Now.” I went around the bar. “You’ll be my very first customer, what can I get you?”

“Surprise me.”

I gave him a smirk. “Coming right up.”

I made him an Old Fashioned and passed it to him. He took a sip and his eyes got wide.

“Oh shit this is good.”

I gave him a wink. “You’re welcome. Need anything else, you know what to do.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Juice sat at the bar and watched (Y/N). She was a natural at bartending, even better being out and interacting with the customers. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her all night.

“Juice? You good?”

He turned to see Opie sitting there, watching over his wife and sister.

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m good. Just enjoying this.” He raised his glass.

Opie smirked. “I know what your enjoying; and it’s not just the drink.” He nodded his head towards his sister. “Have you told her yet?”

“Yeah, sort of. The night we left for the run. I didn’t get to hear what she was going to say. We haven’t been able to talk much since.”

“Give her time. She’s just enjoying this high of her business doin so well tonight. She’s been a busy woman. I promise you, if I know my sister well, I’d say she likes you, too.”

Opie patted his friend’s back and walked to the table with the other guys. Juice really hoped Opie was right.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Karaoke had started and I was having a blast. The songs people had chosen really made the people in the bar more excited. I kept watching the guys every now and then, making sure they were being taken care of.

“(Y/N), it’s almost time. Come on.” Donna pulled me away and towards the back.

When the last person finished their song, Donna cut the lights. She put me on the stage and chose a song and a light strobe. I took a deep breath and relaxed. This was the perfect way for me to tell Juice how I felt.

The song started and the lights started blinking with the music. I took a breath and started singing.

You're the light, you're the night

You're the colour of my blood

You're the cure, you're the pain

You're the only thing I wanna touch

Never knew that it could mean so much, so much

The lights got brighter and when the guys seen it was me the started hollering.

You're the fear, I don't care

'Cause I've never been so high

Follow me through the dark

Let me take you past our satellites

You can see the world you brought to life, to life

So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

Juice couldn’t believe it. (Y/N) was on the stage singing, and could she sing. He felt his heart start to race and pound out of his chest. He couldn’t stop watching the way she moved with the words.

Fading in, fading out

On the edge of paradise

Every inch of your skin is a Holy Grail I've got to find

Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire

I found Juice in the crowd, watching. I knew it was now that he had to know how I felt. I caught his eyes and sang with everything in me, hoping he would know.

Yeah, I'll let you set the pace

'Cause I'm not thinking straight

My head's spinning around, I can't see clear no more

I let me heart sing through and took a deep breath.

What are you waiting for?

Suddenly my girls started belting out with me.

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

The guys started whooping and hollering. Juice could feel his heart swell with love. She was actually singing to him. Her words and emotion had him on the edge of his seat.

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (ye-yeah)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

I'll let you set the pace

'Cause I'm not thinking straight

My head's spinning around, I can't see clear no more

I pointed in Juice’s direction, watching how he was watching me.

What are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (ye-yeah)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (whoa)

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do (ah)

What are you waiting for?

I finished the song as everyone erupted in applause and yells. I gave them a smile. That’s when I seen him come running to me.

Juice was out of his seat and on the stage before he knew it. He grabbed (Y/N)’s face in his hands and look led in her eyes. That adorable smile creeping in when her eyes met his.

“Is that really how you feel?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

Suddenly his lips met mine. My heart exploded with the way he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Everything around us faded away. After needing air we laid out foreheads together.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

I smiled. “I love you, too, Juice.”

He gave me that heart melting smile and took me off the stage. Once back with everyone cheers went up all around.

“Treat her right, or I’ll be the one you have to worry about.” Opie said.

“Don’t worry, baby. He’s going to treat her good.” Donna said kissing Opie’s cheek.

I couldn’t be happier than I was in that moment. Everything had fallen into place. I had my family, my business and a wonderful guy. Who could ask for more?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A/N: Well, that’s it folks!!! You all have been so amazing reblogging and liking this story!! It went bigger than I though!! Any comments or thoughts on this are welcomed!

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

OKAY DIFFERENT IDEA.

when we went on a tour with lovejoy bc were in the band like leandra trumpet<3

wilbur x reader pls:)

LOVE YOUR WRITING<33

LITERALLY SCREAMING THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA

AHHH BRO UR SO SWEET I LITERALLY AM OBSESSED W UR WRITING

literally in love

musician!bur x fem!reader

warnings: reader called "girlfriend", panic, insanely cute fluff

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a/n: this request is my literal everything !! i was literally blushing the entire time i wrote this

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We were in the van on the way to our next gig. Well, their next gig. It was my first one joining Lovejoy, and I'm so grateful I was given this opportunity.

Wilbur looked at me and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Y/n, you're going to do lovely, darling. They'll love you!"

I smiled at him, but I was still in doubt. "What if they only like me because they find out we're dating? I don't want anything to happen to your career because of me-"

Wilbur placed his hand lightly over my mouth. "Love, please don't worry about that! They'll love you for you, and if they don't, they better watch out!" he joked.

I laughed and kicked my feet up into my seat and leaned my head on Will's shoulders. He kissed the top of my forehead and started scrolling through the Lovejoy fanart on Twitter, showing me occasionally the ones he really loved.

A couple hours later, we finally got to the destination of the gig. The adrenaline ran through my veins, and I was so incredibly nervous-excited. I grabbed my trumpet case and some wires and headed inside to the dressing rooms. I found my room with a sign on it that said my name and headed inside, leaving the door behind me open just in case the sound directors needed to come in.

My back was facing the door as I oiled my trumpet valves, making sure that it was perfect for tonight. 5 hours until show time. I paused and sighed nervously.

I suddenly felt someone come behind me and hug me. "W-who is that?! I will literally beat your ass." I said in panic.

The someone behind me laughed. "Nice to see you too, darlin'." Wilbur chuckled.

"Oh, hi Will. Is everything on stage okay?" I said, turning around to face him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

He nodded. "Yeah, everything's alright. Just wanted to check in on you before the show."

"I'm doing fine. I just need to tune with Leandra and I'll be okay."

Wilbur hm'd in response. He grabbed my chin and pulled it upwards to look at him directly, and kissed me on the lips. I swear, my legs folded for this man. I wrapped my hands around his neck and smiled into the kiss. He pulled away and nuzzled his nose on mine.

"I love you. Go tune with Leandra now, I don't want you sounding like shit." he joked.

I sneered. I grabbed my trumpet case and Will leaned against the wall frame and crossed his arms and legs, looking and me and my every move. As I walked out, I flipped out and heard a dramatic gasp faintly as I walked farther out to meet Leandra.

Leandra and I took 20 minutes to tune, and another 20 to practice a bunch of songs that we were performing tonight. I knew all the lyrics and notes by heart from hearing Wilbur at the studio or constantly leaving their songs on repeat, but it was always important to practice just in case.

We both got called in with the rest of Lovejoy and their openers to do a soundcheck. Eventually, everything worked out perfectly and we were ready to go. Ash had checked the windows and had said the queue had already started to wrap around the building.

Wilbur squeezed my hand in reassurance and smiled at me before walking over to Joe and Mark.

Leandra and I made a few Tiktoks that we would post after the show, and the nerves were starting to set in. I grabbed my phone off the stand and walked back over to Will and hugged him from the side. I accidentally startled him a little, but I laughed at it and dug my face more into his sweater.

I peeked my head up and stood back up. "How the actual fuck are you wearing a sweater? You're going to be dying of heat on stage!" I said. Mark and Joe laughed at my comment.

"Gonna make sure I serve for the edits." Wilbur joked, winking at me. I felt heat brush onto my cheeks. Will laughed at my reaction.

Our sound director then came in and gave us our earbuds for on stage. Will surprised me by ordering a custom pair with my favorite color that matched his. Everyone else had either black or white ones to go with their outfit.

I stared at the earbuds and then looked at Wilbur. "Will, they're going to see the matching ones and go feral."

Wilbur laughed softly. "That's the point, darling. I need to make sure everyone knows you're mine." I felt myself blushing again and I hit his shoulder.

Leandra looked at us. "You two are disgusting and adorable at the same time." she said, laughing.

Wilbur smiled and looked down at me and kissed me quickly.

And then after that, all I knew was that we were going on stage. Walking on fucking stage. Leandra was assuring me that the crowd will love me, and we were both quickly fixing our valves. I was pretty sure the crowd saw two stands for the trumpet, one for Leandra and one "mystery stand" for me.

All of us came on stage, and the bright lights instantly hit me and I could already feel myself starting to heat up. The crowd cheered and I could see some people wondering who the fuck I am. I laughed in my head at them. Wilbur did his usual introduction, and now, he was supposed to introduce me.

"Now, you guys may be seeing a lovely trumpet player next to Leandra in the back there," he said, pointing at me. Leandra and I waved. "That is y/n! Everyone say hello." he said, dragging out the 'o'. The crowd yelled in response.

Wilbur grinned and grabbed the microphone. "Y/n, could you come up for a second, please?" I nodded in agreement, and walked over to the front of the stage, stepping over the many wires and gadgets on the stage floor.

I grabbed the microphone. "Hey!" I said, smiling.

I gave Wilbur the microphone back. "Y/n is my very lovely girlfriend," the crowd yelled in surprise at his words. "And she'll be playing in the back there tonight! Now, how do we think about getting started?"

The crowd screamed in agreement once again. Wilbur grinned and looked at Mark to start playing the drumkit.

Throughout the gig, Wilbur's energy went skyrocketing. It was honestly really cool to see him like this right near me. He looked at me a couple times during certain lyrics, and I never missed a singular beat with my trumpet. Leandra looked at me with approval.

"Thank you so much for tonight, Brighton! Good night!" Wilbur yelled into the mic. All of us walked off the stage and all hugged eachother.

Wilbur came up to me and kissed me. "You did amazing out there, darling. I told you they would love you!"

I smiled. "Thank you. You sounded great as well." I said, kissing him again and hugging him. Wilbur swayed us from side to side slowly as we hugged. "I'm literally in love with you." I said, softly in his ear.

Let's just say I will definitely be doing this again.

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this took 2 hours to write but it was 100% worth it !! this might be my new favorite....

please support me by liking, replying, reblogging, sending me an ask/request or following my blog! it keeps these works to keep coming out. requests are open as of now!

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[hoziersmoon]

j/n fluff with some immortal family feels for @ournextdoorneighbor who deserves all the fluff in the world!!! <333

Nicky hefts the laundry basket higher in his arms and wanders past the kitchen, breathing in deep as the spices Joe is cooking with drift out into the hallway. 

He means to walk to the living room and set the basket down, but the sight of Joe stirring at a pan in front of the stove stops Nicky in his tracks. 

Joe is wearing what would look like a randomly cozy assortment of clothing if Nicky didn’t know better. The gray oversized hoodie, hem hanging down past his hips and sleeves scrunched up to his elbows is Booker’s. The sweat-shorts are most certainly Andy’s, recognizable by the fraying at the bottom where Andy had taken a pair of scissors to them the last time they were all at this house.

Joe must’ve dug through Andy and Booker’s closets for them, which means he’s missing them more than he’s let on. They’ve all been apart for 6 months now, and though they’ve gone much longer without seeing each other, Joe had taken it hard when neither Andy nor Booker had been eager to set a reunion date. Nicky understands— neither of them have handled long periods apart as well as they did before Quynh. 

He doesn’t seem too upset right now though, a slight sway in his hips as he moves to the tune he’s humming. Nicky’s heart beats a little faster, watching the evening sun glint through his curls and the muscles shift in his thighs. 

Nicky sets the basket down by the kitchen door. “Do you need any help, my heart?”

“Hm?” Joe clicks the burner off and turns, smiling when he sees Nicky. “Oh, yes please, Nicolò. Will you come taste this?”

Nicky smiles back instinctively. “Of course.”

But when Nicky comes up to take a bite of the baby carrot he’s offering, Joe’s smile turns mischievous and he quickly takes the bite himself, holding the carrot between his teeth with one end sticking out.

Joe tilts his head expectantly, smirking around the carrot. 

Nicky huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

Joe only has to pout dramatically for a second before Nicky relents, and leans in to take a bite. As soon as he’s close enough, Joe’s hands find their ways to Nicky’s hips, tugging him close for a messy, closed-mouth kiss. 

They’re both smiling too much for it to be much of a kiss at all but Nicky leans into it, slipping his hands under Joe’s sweater, just happy to have Joe warm, playful, and close. Eventually, they each take half of the carrot for themselves and Joe leans back, chewing his bite with a twinkle in his eye. 

“Good?” 

Nicky finishes chewing too. He tastes the warmth of cumin, the bite of chillies, and the familiar sweetness of Joe’s lips. He brushes their noses together, then kisses the freckle that adorns the apple of Joe’s cheek. “Good.”

Mischievous expression softening, Joe smiles then hugs Nicky close, rubbing his nose against Nicky’s shoulder. Nicky holds him as tightly as he can, rucking up his hoodie as he strokes the warm skin of Joe’s back. 

“Will you get the plates, darling?”

Nicky nuzzles his cheek against Joe’s curls. “Of course.”

They separate and set the table in tandem, comfortable silence filling in the empty space of the room. By the time they sit down, the sun has sunk heavy and low, dark enough that they have to turn the dining room lights on. 

Their meal is silent too, just the clink of silverware on their plates, their glasses knocking against the wood of the table. The stir-fry and jasmine rice that Joe had whipped up is perfect for this kind of night. Flavourful, filling and comforting. 

Though they don’t speak, they wordlessly move their chairs closer together so that their knees stay pressed together throughout the meal. Nicky can’t help but be watchful of Joe’s expressions, of his body language, vigilant for a turn for the melancholy but it never comes. Joe’s soft smiles remain whenever he catches Nicky’s eye and he even has second helpings.

When they’ve cleaned up as much as either of them are willing to on a quiet night like this, Joe pulls out his little basket of crochet materials and Nicky pulls out a book he’s been finding dense but compelling. 

They settle in on the couch for the evening with their respective entertainment but, as it has been true for hundreds of years, Nicky soon finds himself distracted by Joe. Distracted by Joe’s hands, specifically: the quick, nimble movements of his elegant fingers, the graceful turn of his wrist as he loops the thread into an easy pattern. Joe makes it look easy anyway.

Nicky gives up on the book completely, leaning against Joe’s shoulder instead and indulging in a favorite past-time: staring at Joe. He’s soothed by Joe’s repetitive movement and the warm press of Joe’s body against his. 

Without ceasing his crocheting, Joe twists his head to drop a sweet, smacking kiss on Nicky’s head. 

Nicky turns his face into Joe’s arm, breathing in the scent of mothballs and Booker’s preferred cigarettes clinging to the borrowed sweater.

“What are you making?”

“A scarf. For Andromache.”

Nicky lifts in an eyebrow. “Bright purple?”

“That part is for me.” Joe says, “I like to see her in color.”

Nicky snuggles in a little closer and hums in agreement.

“She told me once,” Joe continues, taking on that particular storytelling cadence that sends Nicky back to cold dusty night, spent around a fire when they were still learning each other, “that even though she thinks all of her earliest memories must be dreams by this point, that she trusts her touch-memories the most. One of those earliest ones is mending and weaving fabric.” The fondness Joe reserves for their little family is present in his tone, in the soft expression gracing his handsome features. His hands never stop moving.  “She remembers it being impossibly soft. She didn’t say the material — maybe wool?— but it made me want to make her something soft, as well.”

Nicky’s heart aches with love— for his sweet, thoughtful Yusuf, for their family, for this small moment right here. He reaches out to touch one of the finished parts of the scarf as gently as he can. The threads are plush and downy. “It is soft. Impossibly so.”

Joe’s hands stop moving. He turns to face Nicky. The hint of vulnerability in those big, brown eyes makes Nicky’s heart skip a beat.

“Will she like it, Nicolo?”

“I know she will.” He waits until Joe’s smile returns and starts crocheting again before adding, “What color is Booker’s going to be?”

“Who said I’m making Booker one?” Nicky waits him out, hiding his own smile against Joe’s arm. Only a few moments pass before Joe gives in, “I was thinking of a forest green. What do you think?”

“Hm. I think that’s perfect, my heart.” Nicky closes his eyes, letting the whisper of looping yarn lull him. “Perfect.”

[joshuasumter]

What if...The Cross Zone got a lot bigger?

From the creative minds that bought you Namco X Capcom, Project X Zone was released for the Nintendo 3DS in 2012 in Japan and worldwide in 2013, receiving great praise as it bought characters from three legendary game developers -- Capcom, Sega, and Namco Bandai -- to crossed worlds, dimensions, and the fabric of time for the ultimate cross-over tactical RPG mashup!

But what if the cross zone had gotten a whole lot bigger with even MORE titles and are joined by even more characters from surprising guest companies.

What if...The Cross Zone got a lot bigger? explores what would happen if the events of Namco X Capcom, Project X Zone, and Project X Zone 2 occurred differently with the inclusion of characters, worlds, and universes of Disney, Pixar, Marvel, Star Wars, Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, Square Enix, and much more. For example, my fan-made original story movie inspired by the crossover RPG.

The Project X Zone Movie (Capcom x Sega x Bandai Namco x Cartoon Network x Nickelodeon x Disney x Pixar x Square Einx x Channel Federator x Channel Awesome)

The Project X Zone Movie 2: Fate of Many Worlds (Capcom x Sega x Bandai Namco x Cartoon Network x Disney x Pixar x Square Einx x Marvel x Star Wars x Level-5)

NAMCO BANDAI

Namco X Capcom (Reiji Arisu, Xiaomu)

Project X Zone (Mii Koryuji, Kogoro Tenzai)

Tekken (Jin Kazama, Kazuya Mishima, Heihachi Mishima, Ling Xiaoyu, Alisa Bosconovitch)

.hack// (Kite, BlackRose)

.hack//G.U. (Haseo)

Tales of Versperia (Yuri Lowell, Fylnn Scifo, Estelle Sidos Heurassein)

Summon Night 3 (Aty)

Adventure of Valkyrie (Valkyrie, Kurino Sandra, Sabine)

Bravoman (Arnold/Bravoman)

Wonder Momo (Kanda Momo/Wonder Momo)

Soulcalibur V (Natsu)

Soul Edge (Taki, Mitsurugi Heishiro)

Tales of Destiny (Rutee Katrea, Stahn Aileron)

Xenosaga (KOS-MOS, MOMO, Shion Uzuki)

Tower of Druaga (Gilgamesh, Ki)

Shadow Land (Tarosuke)

The Genji and the Heike Clans (Taira no Kagekiyo)

Baraduke (Masuyo Tobi)

Burning Force (Hiromi Tengenji)

Ordyne (Miyuki Chan)

Dig Dug (Taizo Hori)

Klonoa (Klonoa, Guntz)

God Eater (Alisa Ilinichina Amiella, Soma Schicksal, Lindow Amamiya, Ciel Alencon, Nana Kouzuki)

Yumeria (Neneko, Neito)

CAPCOM

Street Fighter (Ryu, Ken Masters, Chun-li, Guile, Cammy White, Ingrid)

Ghosts n' Goblins (Sir Arthur)

Okami (Amaterasu, Issun)

Viewtiful Joe (Viewtiful Joe, Sexy Silvia)

Monster Hunter (Monster Hunter, Felyne, Palico, Gore Magala)

Breath of Fire III (Ryu, Nina, Momo, Garr, Rei, Peco, Honey)

Resident Evil Revelations (Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine)

Resident Evil 6 (Leon S. Kennedy, Helena Harper, Ada Wong)

Resident Evil: Dead Aim (Bruce McGivern, Fong Ling)

Ace Attorney (Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey, Apollo Justice, Athena Cykes)

Darkstalkers(Morrigan Aensland, Demitri Maximoff, Felicia, Hsien-Ko, Donovan Baine, Anita, Jon Talbain, Victor Von Gedenheim)

Dead Rising (Frank West)

Devil May Cry (Dante, Trish, Lady, Nero, Nico)

Bionic Commando (2009) (Nathan Spencer)

Captain Commando (Captain Commando, Hoover (Baby Head), Jennety (Mack the Knife), Sho (Ginzu the Ninja))

Dino Crisis (Regina)

Final Fight (Guy, Mike Haggar)

Mega Man (Rock/Mega Man, Roll, Blues/Proto Man, Rush, Tango, Eddie, Beat)

Mega Man X(X, Zero, Axl)

Mega Man Legends (Tron Bonne, Servbots, Mega Man Volnutt, Roll Casket)

Star Gladiator (June Lin Milliam)

Strider (Strider Hiryu)

Forgotten Worlds (Unknown Soldier 1P, Unknown Solider 2P, Sylphie)

Cyberbots (Jin Saotome, Princess Devilotte de Death Satan IX)

SEGA

Billy Hatcher (Billy Hatcher, Chick Poacher, Rolly Roll, Bantam Scrambled)

Golden Axe (Ax Battler, Gilius Thunderhead, Tyris Flare)

Panzer Dragon (Keil Fluge, Blue Dragon)

Alex Kidd (Alex Kidd, Stella)

NiGHTS into Dreams (NiGHTS)

Skies of Arcadia (Vyse, Aika, Fina, Cupil, Gilder, Enrique, Drachma)

Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog, Miles "Tails" Prower, Knuckles the Echidna, Amy Rose, Shadow the Hedgehog)

Sonic Boom (Sticks the Badger)

Bayonetta (Bayonetta, Jeanne, Viola, Luka)

Virtua Fighter (Akira Yuki, Pai Chan, Kage-Maru)

Fighting Vipers (Bahn)

Shenmue (Ryo Hazuki)

Shinobi (Hotsuma)

Shinobi: Nightshade (Hibana)

Space Channel 5 (Ulala)

Streets of Rage (Axl Stone)

Sakura Wars (Ichiro Ogami, Sakura Shinguji, Gemini Sunrise, Erica Fontaine)

Yakuza/Like A Dragon (Kazama Kiryu, Goro Majima, Ichiban Kasuga)

Resonance of Fate (Zephyr, Leanne, Vashyron)

Valkyria Chronicles III(Kurt Irving, Riela Marcellis, Imca)

Sega Saturn Advertisements (Segata Sanshiro, Sega Shiro (Segata's son))

Shining Force EXA(Toma, Cyrille)

Dynamite Cop (Bruno Delinger)

Zombie Revenge (Rikiya Busujima)

NINTENDO

Fire Emblem Warriors (Rowan, Lianna)

Fire Emblem: Awakening (Chrom, Lucina)

Xenoblade Chronicles (Fiora, Shulk)

DISNEY

Gravity Falls (Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines)

Kim Possible (Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Rufus)

American Dragon: Jake Long (Jake Long, Trixie, Spud, Fu Dog, Lao Shi)

Darkwing Duck (Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck)

DuckTales (2017) (Scrooge McDuck, Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby Vanderquack, Launchpad McQuack)

Phineas & Ferb (Phineas Flynn, Ferb Fletcher, Isabella Garcia-Sharpio, Burford Van Stromm, Baljeet Rai, Candace Flynn, Agent P)

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (Randy Cunningham)

Mighty Med (Oliver, Kaz)

Sofia the First (Princess Sofia the First)

Disney's Descendants (Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos)

Wreck-It Ralph (Vanellope Von Schweetz)

The Simpsons (Bart Simpson)

The Lion Guard (Kion, Bunga, Fuli, Besthe, Ono, Anga)

PIXAR

Brave (Princess Merida of DunBroch)

The Incredibles (Mr. Incredibles, Elastigrl, Violet Parr, Dash Parr, Jack-Jack Parr, Frozone)

MARVEL

Captain America

Iron Man

Thor

Hulk

Black Widow

Hawkeye

Falcon

Vision

Wasp

Captain Marvel

Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel

Black Panther

Spider-Man

Doctor Strange

Iron Fist

Ghost Rider

She-Hulk

Wolverine

Storm

X-23

Future Avengers (Makoto/Hurricane, Chloe/Charade, Adi/Codec, Bruno/Twister)

STAR WARS

Rey

Finn

Poe Dameron

BB-8

CARTOON NETWORK

Ben 10(Ben Tennyson, Gwen Tennyson, Kevin Levin)

Generator Rex (Rex, Six, Bobo)

The Life & Times of Juniper Lee (Juniper Lee)

The Powerpuff Girls (Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup)

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (Mac, Bloo)

Dexter's Labratory(Dexter)

Samurai Jack (Samurai Jack)

Ed, Edd, n Eddy (Ed, Double D (Edd), Eddy)

OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes (Kaio O. Kincaid (K.O.), Radicles X, Enid Mettle)

NICKELODEON

SpongeBob SquarePants (SpongeBob SquarePants, Patrick Star, Sandy Cheeks)

Fairly OddParents (Timmy Turner, Cosmo, Wanda, Poof)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Zuko)

Winx Club (Bloom, Stella, Aisha, Techa, Musa, Flora)

El Tigre: The Adventures of Manny Rivera (Manny Rivera/El Tigre, Frida)

The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius (Jimmy Neutron)

Danny Phantom (Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton)

My Life as a Teenage Robot (XJ9/Jenny Wakeman)

Glitch Techs (Miko "Me_K.O." Kubto, Hector "High Five" Nieves, Ridley, B.I.T.T., Zahra Rashid)

SQUARE EINX

Kingdom Hearts (Sora, Riku, Kairi, Ventus)

The World Ends with You (Neku Sakuraba, Shiki Misaki, Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito, Raimu “Rhyme” Bito, Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu, Rindo Kanade, Tosai “Fret” Furesawa, Nagi Usui, Shoka Sakurane)

Final Fantasy (Warrior of Light)

Final Fantasy II (Firion)

Final Fantasy III (Onion Knight)

Final Fantasy IV (Cecil Harvey)

Final Fantasy V (Bartz Klauser)

Final Fantasy VI (Terra Branford)

Final Fantasy VII (Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockhart, Aerith, Cid, Yuffie) (Kingdom Hearts incarnation)

Final Fantasy VIII (Squall Leonheart) (Kingdom Hearts incarnation)

Final Fantasy IX (Zidane Tribal)

Final Fantasy X (Tidus)

Final Fantasy XI (Shantotto)

Final Fantasy XII (Vaan)

Final Fantasy XIII (Lightning)

Final Fantasy XIV (Y'shtola)

Final Fantasy XV (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

OTHER TITLES

CHANNEL AWESOME

Nostalgia Critic (Nostalgia Critic)

Angry Video Game Nerd (Angry Video Game Nerd)

Atop the 4th Wall (Linkara)

The Angry Joe Show (Angry Joe)

LEVEL-5

Professor Layton (Professor Hershel Layton, Luke Triton)

CHANNEL FEDERATOR

Bravest Warriors (Chris Kirkman, Beth Tezuka, Danny Vasquez, Wallow, Plum, Catbug)

[daaydreamy]

day five - breath play | kinktober

summary: y/n finds out joe likes having a hand around his throat.

warnings: coarse language, smut, unprotected sex, choking

pairing: joe goldberg x fem!reader

•••

Joe’s nails dug into the soft skin of Y/N’s hips as she rode him, continuously letting out breathy moans and whines from the truly pleasurable feeling of being inside of her wet warmth. His eyes were closed, some of his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, more and more sweat breaking out from his hairline. His hands would travel up her sides, fingertips grazing her skin, and it’d make her shiver and goosebumps rise.

He blinked his eyes open out of pure surprise when he felt her hand wrap around his throat, looking up at her and seeing her already looking down at him, smiling a little as she moaned and continued to fuck herself on his cock. She squeezed his neck softly and he gasped, leaning into the new feeling. She wasn’t restricting his airways, just holding his neck tight enough for him to really feel her hand against his throat.

She leaned down, lips brushing his.

“Do you like that?”

His eyes fell shut and he moaned, gripping her hips a little tighter now.

“Yeah.” He said breathlessly and her smile grew, pressing her lips against his softly. As she was about to pull away he groaned softly against her, deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue past her lips, making her moan softly into his mouth. One of his hands had traveled down to her thigh, gripping the soft flesh.

“Tighter.” He mumbled against her lips and she let out a soft chuckle, pulling away from the kiss to press her forehead to his. She gave his throat another small squeeze, a soft whimper falling from his lips, eliciting an amused reaction from her.

“God, I’m so gone for you.”

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[mattsdae]

your joe young stuff makes me yell !!

would u consider masc reader riding joe till hes crying from overstimulation tryna get another orgasm out of him ??

if u dont vibe w it what would ur hcs be abt it ?? ❤️❤️

okay, first of all, i very much vibe with this idea. this is kinda short but whatever.

tags: joe young x masc reader , anal sex (m receiving) , bottom reader , service top joe , overstimulation , dacryphilia, praise , implied breeding kink but also everything involving joe young has an implied breeding kink so

synopsis: joe has a bad habit of cumming too quick, so you decide to take advantage of it

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this really just jumps into it. like joe is ejaculating first line so don’t expect too much plot with this porn

“i-i’m close! i’m gonna-“ he came, holding onto your hips like his life depended on it as he pumped you full. he moans, head thrown back and mouth agape. his cheeks were flushed, hair sticking to his forehead as he let out long strings of noises. his fingers dug in, forcing you still as he throbbed inside you.

the feeling was still a little foreign. even after bottoming multiple times, you still felt a little overwhelmed when you felt him inside you. he was big, always stretching you further than expected, and also strong, holding your hips down or moving you himself if he got desperate enough. he’d also always cum inside, pumping you full until he physically couldn’t thrust it any deeper. that didn’t change the fact that he came pretty quickly, more often than not.

it wasn’t his fault, you did the same thing. it came with the territory, considering both of you were unfamiliar with gay sex and relationships. you’d be a hypocrite to complain, considering he made you cum immediately the first time he hit your prostate while fingering you. he couldn’t get mad and neither could you. but, you could take advantage of it.

he started to dig his nails in, whining as you moved your hips again. you could feel him softening up inside you, but being in this position made it difficult not to get hard again. he whimpered as he watched it drip down and pool on his stomach.

“w-wait, slow down..” he finally realized what you were doing. you picked up your speed as he scrambled to hold you still. you pinned his hands above his head. “i.. i already came!”

“relax, baby. just relax,” you nearly coo in his ear. “you think you can keep going until i cum? can you be a good boy and hold off?”

being in an established relationship didn’t get rid of your corruption kink. you loved pushing his limits, of course still slowing down or stopping when he needed it. his one weakness, though, was praise. he’d do anything to hear you call him a good boy or say you’re proud. because of this, he settles down and nods.

“y-yeah.. i’m a good boy,” he huffed. tears welled up in his eyes as he watched you use him. his hips twitched, still pulling away even as he hardened again. he whimpered and whined as you fucked yourself, hand still pinning his as you bounced up and down.

“you think you got another one in you? can you cum for me?” he nods, even though he isn’t sure if he can. he twitches inside you, tears falling as he uses his own cum as lube, thrusting in and out with you. he nearly wails as you plant your hips, making him hold still for a moment. “i’m in control. understand? just sit still and take it. you think you can do that?”

it was inherently humiliating, being told to let yourself get used, but joe enjoyed the corruption just as much as you did. he kept his hips steady as you started moving again. he whined, head turned and face pressing into the pillows. his back arches, desperately trying to follow your order of staying still as it got more difficult.

it was overwhelming, his whole body vibrating with pleasure to the point it was painful. still, he kept himself in the same position so you could get off. he moved his wrists around, whining.

“can i- ah! please hold my hand,” he rambled. you nod, quickly letting one of his wrists free while interlocking your fingers with the other. he twitched inside you as his free hand reached down and grabbed your cock. you gasp, hand tightened around his.

“keep doing that, fuck..” you moan as he picks up the pace, regaining control and thrusting up into you while quickly pumping your cock. he knew you were close since you didn’t fight back against his movements. he arched his back again as you clinched around him, closing in on your orgasm. he thrusts up one more time, hitting your prostate perfectly. “fuck!”

you gasp, nearly choking on your own moans as you came. he kept his hand moving and hips thrusting, thoroughly working you through it. you painted his chest, semen caught in his chest hair. you slowed, his thrusting hips come to a stop and so does his fist, but not without a whimper.

“you wanna cum again, baby?” he nods, looking up at you with the most pitiful eyes a man could conceive. you slowly lift yourself off of him, moaning and whining at the loss as his cock slaps against his stomach. you settle in between his legs, taking hold of him. his hips instantly jumped as you moved your fist.

“h-hurts..” he finally sobbed out even though you were sure it’s been hurting for a while. you kiss his neck.

“you wanna stop? just say the word, sweetie.” he didn’t, though. instead mumbling out a quick keep going before you picked up your speed.

his legs tried to close out of instinct, your body making it difficult to do. his hips thrusted and his thighs trembled from exertion. he sobbed as he took hold of the hand you had placed on his thigh. he linked fingers again, gasping as he throbbed in your grip.

“i-i’m close.. please, please, please-“ he came, hips lifting in the air and back arching. you watched as he came on his stomach and chest as well, making a mess of himself. you let him ride it out. a couple of loud cries and a lot of thrusting later, he settled. you moved your hand away and he whimpered.

“good job, honey. you did so good for me. such a good boy, huh?” he nods absentmindedly, his body (and brain) still recovering from two orgasms back to back. he still held your hand as you adjusted yourself, now sitting next to him. you winced as you finally felt the soreness. “let’s go take a shower, okay? we can get all that gunk off of you.”

he nods, but wasn’t exactly agreeing. you lean down, his eyes barely cracking open to look up at you. he was gorgeous, his cheeks red and soaked with tears, eyes heavy and bloodshot. you kissed his forehead.

“how about this. i’ll wipe you down really well and when we wake up in the morning, we can take a shower together. okay?” he nods again, actually agreeing this time. you kiss him, smiling as his hand snaked behind your head and his fingers combed through your hair. you pull away. “now let’s get you cleaned up.”

[jerzwriter]

Choosing You

This is in response to this ask. How is Kaycee, a bonafide Swiftie, coping with the sad news? And how is Ethan coping with Kaycee?

Book: Open Heart Post Series

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Kaycee)

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,200

Category: Fluff

A/N: Participating in @aprilchallenge Music, Hug, Love

I did this really quickly without a lot of time to check it, be kind. lol

It almost hit sixty today. For April in Boston? A virtual heatwave! So it made perfect sense that the Esplanade was packed with people, Ethan Ramsey being one of them.

Unlike most others, he jogged there daily, regardless of weather conditions. Because of that,  he tended to be a bit territorial. But spring fever must have caught him, too. He had yet to utter a single curse, and he hadn’t once fantasized about frightening away the slowpokes who stepped in front of him. It was an unusual feeling, and only one thing would have made the day better… if Kaycee had joined him. But despite the beautiful weather, her mood didn’t seem as bright, so she chose to remain home.

 She was shuffling into the living room when she heard his key in the door. Ethan could tell that her mood hadn’t improved with just a glance. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun, and her ratty old NYU sweats adorned her body. He knew her “comfort food look” and, boy, if this was ever it.

She barely glanced up at him as he stepped into the room, her eyes only shifting when he tossed a small paper bag onto the coffee table before her.

“What’s this?”  she asked glumly.

But her fiance merely smirked and walked away, returning moments later with two spoons in hand.

“Cherry Garcia,” he replied, and the slightest of smiles began to show on the corners of her lips.

“Fro yo?”

“Nope,” he grinned. “Ice cream! The good stuff!”

He clanged his spoon against hers as if it were a toast, then ripped the lid off the pint. Both spoons dug into the frozen delight at once.

“Mmm,” Kaycee hummed as the chocolate and cherry flavors burst on her tongue. “This is just what the doctor ordered!”

“Well, I am a doctor,” Ethan deadpanned, “and I did order it, so….”

Finally, what his heart had hoped the ice cream would help accomplish... a smile.

“You’re such a cornball,” she snickered, plunging her spoon back into the container for another scoop. “How’d ya know what I need?” she asked with a full mouth.

“Wow! I almost understood that,” he smiled, bopping Kaycee on the nose with his spoon. “I’ve paid attention to you the past few years… I know when ice cream is required. And… I know when that ice cream needs to be Cherry Garcia.”

“It was go big or go home, I see?” Kaycee chuckled. “Good call.”

Ethan threw his arm around her shoulder, taking in the scent of her lavender shampoo as he pulled her in close. She was happy to be in his arms but even happier because she had the remaining ice cream in hers.

“So, when were you going to break it to me?” He asked as Kaycee looked up at him with questioning eyes. “Don’t give me that look. I already know.”

“How’d you find out?”

“It’s sort of all over the news,” Ethan replied, “Plus, I believe a group of young women on the Esplanade were holding a memorial service.”

“Shit!” She snapped. “I knew I should have gone along with you!”

“I take it you had a eulogy planned?”

“No,” she frowned. “I had a toast ready for the engagement party… not this.”

“Uhm, for their engagement party or ours, dear?”

“Ethan!” She shoved him gently. “It’s too early for jokes.”

“Fine,” he chuckled. “But seriously, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you’d think I was being ridiculous.”

“Slightly,” he agreed. “But you think I’m being ridiculous at least eighty percent of the time, and you still seem to love me?”

“It’s ninety.”

“What?”

“I think you’re being ridiculous about ninety percent of the time, but I love you one hundred percent.”

“That’s good to know… I think.”

“Ethan!” she whined. “I’m so sad! Taylor and Joe were the cutest couple. How do you go from an album like Midnights… to this!”

“I don’t know,” he scratched his head. “Although I think You’re on Your Own, Kid may have been an Easter Egg.”

Kaycee looked up at him with amusement. While she hadn’t decided if it was appropriate yet, given the solemn occasion, she allowed herself to burst into laughter.

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey! You know what an Easter Egg is?”

“Sure, you said you wanted to dye some later… it is Easter, after all.”

“You’re funny, but the song reference! You know, she wrote that one with Jack Antonoff. But it could still be a clue. I’m looking at things through different eyes now… was Midnight Rain telling us something? I don’t know, maybe it was, I just think....”

“Kaycee…” he interrupted.

“Yes?”

“You need to slow down. I gave you the one song reference I had…, and I overheard the term Easter Egg at the mourning service, and I wanted to impress you. But if it’s time for the deep dive into recent song lyrics… I think Sienna may be your go-to.”

“You’re right,” she nodded with a smile, “but you have no idea how much I appreciate your effort.”

Her face turned glum again, and her eyes fell toward the melting treat in her hands.

“It’s sad, though,” she whispered. “I hate seeing love end… how do we… no….”

Ethan caressed her cheek, lifting her chin to face him.

“What did you want to say?”

“How do we know that won’t happen to us? No one ever thinks it will happen to them. Most people in love… they think it will be forever, and the truth is, for most, it’s not.”

“Come here,” he whispered. He took the ice cream from Kaycee’s hands and placed it on the table, then pulled her onto his lap. “I don’t think we can choose who we fall in love with,” he smiled. “Sometimes pain in the ass interns just walk into our lives, and we can’t help but give them our hearts.”

“Don’t you hate it when that happens,” she teased.

“May I finish?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t think we can help who we fall in love with, but I believe we can choose to stay in love. Love, relationships… marriage… it’s like anything else. All I know is every morning when I wake up, I choose to be with you, and I will keep making that choice. I don’t think marriages are always easy; I’m sure there will be hard times ahead, but as long as we wake up every day and choose in our hearts to be together… I have no doubt we’ll be OK.”

Kayee ran her fingers through his hair, tears welling in her eyes.

“Ethan,” she muttered. “When did you become this sweet?”

“I think you had something to do with it,” he grinned.  “You and probably all of Taylor’s lyrics that are swimming around in my brain now, whether I like it or not.”

“You like it!” she giggled.

“I like anything that comes along with you.”

She placed a quick peck on his lips and then another.  The next few moments were spent silently reminding her just how loved she was.  Then, when the last kiss broke, he looked into her eyes.

“I love you…. but you need to analyze every song on her last album now, don’t you?”

Kaycee eyed the clock and nodded.  “I do. I absolutely do. Sienna is off shift in five minutes.”

“Invite her over,” Ethan said, gently nudging Casey off his lap.  “I’ll start dinner for the three of us.”

“You… you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.  I choose to be with you… this craziness and all.”

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